He had then warned his daughter not to violate the Eleventh Commandment. "Which one is that?" I asked her. "Do not bullshit thy father," she said.

although science could pinpoint the exact spot in the brain that ignites rage, they had yet to identify the location that produces love.

Sometimes I ask myself what would I be if Jenny were alive. And then I answer : I would also be alive." - Oliver.

What term do you employ when you speak of your progenitor?" I answered with the term I'd always wanted to employ. "Sonovabitch." "To his face?" she asked. "I never see his face." "He wears a mask?" "In a way, yes. Of stone. Of absolute stone.

Her handwriting was curious — small sharp little letters with no capitals (who did she think she was, e. e. cummings?).

Some were brilliant bordering on genius. Others, genius bordering on madness

Something may have been lost in translation, but it certainly wasn't love