They moved together, blue diamonds on a green field.

Notice, notice; let noticing take the place of screaming.

I mean, evil and boredom. Evil and ennui. Evil and the lack of stimulation. Evil and sluggish blood.

I wouldn't mind leaving myself behind if I could, but I don't know the way out.

She wasn't afraid of doing good or of resisting evil. She was merely afraid she might not be able to tell the difference.

I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! I mean they're just shoes... let it go!

Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.