For Beatrice, our love broke my heart, and stopped yours.

It's different," you said. "You've made, Min, everything different for me. Everything's like coffee you made me try, better than I ever - or the places I didn't even know were right on the street, you know? I'm like this thing I saw when I was little, where a kid hears a noise under his bed and there's a ladder there that's never been there before, and he climbs down and, it's for kids I know, but this song starts playing..." Your eyes were traveling in the treey light.

I think if I were walking someplace and I saw a corpse my brain would tell me it was a million things before I believed it was a corpse.

This is my knife. It is very sharp and very eager to hurt you.

But there was more, as there always is when the love goes. She was haunted, naturally. Otherwise what is the point, why leave your rickety house, and why this yo-yo world giving us things and yanking them back?

If you wish to avoid an unpleasant story you had best put this book down

The world is quiet here.