The girls took into their own hands decisions better left to God. They became too powerful to live among us, too self-concerned, too visionary, too blind.

I think, especially when you're in college, each book that you're reading tends to tell you who you are.

I don’t know what you’re feeling, I won’t even pretend

Household objects lost meaning. A bedside clock became a hunk of molded plastic, telling something called time, in a world marking it's passage for some reason.

To start with, look at all the books.

Detroit's a great music town. If your interaction with it was mainly musical, I'm sure you have a good opinion of the place.

It was as if, before she`d met him, her blood had circulated grayly around her body, and now ir was all oxygenated and red. She was petrified of becoming the half-alive person she`d been before.