Books belong to their readers.

I mean, I am pretty fabulous. Am I not?' 'You're a pillar of fabulosity in the community,' I tell him.

If I had cared about her as I should have, as I thought I did, how could I have let her go?

She cannot possibly be dead, people do not just die

Maybe some people need to believe in a proper and omnipotent God to pray, but I don't.

It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing.

At the end, we brought her to New York, where I was living, for a series of experimental tortures that increased the misery of her days without increasing the number of them.