Siblings that say they never fight are most definitely hiding something

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?

You can invent things like automatic popcorn poppers. You can invent things like steam-powered window washers. But you can’t invent more time.

I do think of emotions as being on a circular path, so you can feel terrible and terrible and terrible, and then all of a sudden it becomes quite funny.

The idea that the curtain rises on what is often more or less a happy scene, and it will fall just a few hours later, and everyone will be dead or have gone mad... I find that kind of narrative very appealing.

It is very difficult to make one's way in this world without being wicked at one time or another, when the world's way is so wicked to being with.

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