We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?

Sometimes reactions can be quite surprising: readers like things that you, the author, feel you've barely gotten away with; or they dislike one of the parts you secretly think is one of your little gems.

There's something to be said for hunger: at least it lets you know you're still alive.

In the evenings there's been thunder, a distant bumping and stumbling, like God on a sullen binge.

A word after a word after a word is power.

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Don't eat anything you aren't prepared to kill. Don't kill anything you aren't prepared to eat.