The only thing I don't divulge is the truth about Mother killing little Carolina. I don't know why. Perhaps I sense he's not ready to know that just yet. Maybe he never will. People can live with only so much honesty. And sometimes, people can suprise you. I talk to my brother as I never have before, trusting in him, letting the river listen to my confessions on its path toward the sea. ~pg 693

Pastoralia by George Saunders. Possibly my favorite book. Its one of the weirdest books Ive ever read. If Monty Python and Thomas Pynchon had a love child, and it was raised by Frank Zappa on a weird commune, that would be this book.

I'm just saying it's not all sand castles and ninjas.

Maybe that's what real friendship is -- getting so used to people that you need to be annoyed by them.

When the music is over, she keeps her head down till she finds her seat again, and I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.

No? Part girl, part wolf? Do they lick their butter knives?

The world is a lie...not you and me.