I’m not sure what I’ll do, but— well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.

A squalid phantasmagoria of breath

Once we were one person, and always it will be a little that way.

but they were frightened at his survivant will, once a will to live, now become a will to die.

Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go according to any rules. They're not like aches or wounds, they're more like splits in the skin that won't heal because there's not enough material.

Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice and I’ll tell you a story.

Given a decent start any girl can beat a man nowadays.