If I ever leave this place- I'll make sure I'm better HERE first.

I want to talk to him. I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her.

Amplified by the still of night, the book opened -- a gust of wind.

She was a Jew feeder without a question in the world on that man's first night in Molching. She was an arm reacher, deep into a mattress, to deliver a sketchbook to a teenage girl. (84.25)

an expression of surprise falls from her face, though she's trying to keep it. it breaks off and she seems to catch it and fidget with it in her hands.

It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it has pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ice. As you may expect, someone has died.

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.