He's got hands so long and white and dainty I think they carved each other out of soap, and sometimes they get loose and glide around in front of him free as two white birds until he notices them and traps them between his knees; it bothers him that he's got pretty hands.
You seem to forget, Miss Flinn, that this is an institution for the insane.
The fundamentalists have taken the fun out of the mental.
The man who seeks revenge digs two graves.
Take what you can use and let the rest go by.
Sometimes I looked at them and sometimes they looked at me, but rarely did we look at one another.