My grandmother thinks it's really funny to put all sorts of things in our - my lunch. I never know what'll be inside: e.e. cummings, flower petals, a handful of buttons. She seems to have lost sight of the original purpose of the brown bag." - Lennie "Or maybe she thinks other forms of nourishment are more important." - Joe

Let me just unsubscribe to my own mind already, because I don't get any of it.

I can't shove the dark out of my way.

Each time someone dies, a library burns.

Meeting your soul mate is like walking into a house you've been in before - you will recognize the furniture, the pictures on the wall,the books on the shelves, the contents of drawers: You could find your way around in the dark if you had to.

I could step out of this sad life like it's an old sorry dress.

The guy's life drunk, I think, makes Candide look like a sourpuss. Does he even know that death exists?