Every part of my body felt electric. My chest ached and my head throbbed with the great terrible limitless possibility of the morning, and when it came, the sky was washed white, everything was new, and I hadn't slept at all.

We lose weeks like buttons, like pencils.

Nothing again. No one is listening. No one is waiting to hear the kicking of a man above. It is unexpected. You have no ears for someone like me.

I'm better than you think. I'm even better than I think I am.

If you don't want anyone to know about your existence, you might as well kill yourself. You're taking up space, air.

We are all feeding from each other, all the time, every day.

He wanted to fly in lightweight contraptions with her.