Oh we'll know each other forever, Bix says. The days of losing touch are almost gone.

I had this idea that I could hire myself out as a person to go on archeological digs and dig, without any training! I actually wrote to a number of archeology departments and offered up my services.

It's turning out to be a bad day, a day when the sun feels like teeth.

She'd risked everything, and here was the result: the raw, warped core of her life.

I don’t want to fade away, I want to flame away - I want my death to be an attraction, a spectacle, a mystery. A work of art.

Structural dissatisfaction: Returning to circumstances that once pleased you, after having experienced a more thrilling or opulent way of life, and finding that you can no longer tolerate them.

Vinegar: that's what fear smells like.