At first, the new owner pretends he never looked at the living room floor.

As the child outlives the father,so must the character bury the author.

Make me into anything, but just love me.

You don’t care where I live or how I feel, or what I eat or how I feed my kids or how I pay the doctor if I get sick, and yes I am stupid and bored and weak, but I am still your responsibility.

If the living are haunted by the dead, then the dead are haunted by their own mistakes.

Without animals, there would be no humanity. In a world of just people, people will mean nothing . . .

On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.