you grab at any sign of hope. You grab it with both hands and breathe life into it, day after day. You do anything to keep it alive.

The gods do make playthings of us ... but it is we mortals who provide them with the tools.

...the greatest weapon against big stupid men was a sharp mind.

I’m scared I’m going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.

So between you and me," I tell Justine on the phone that night, "we're either bitchy or stupid." "Oh God," she moans. "Everyone thinks I'm an idiot." "Thanks!

No, no, no, no,no,' he gasped. 'You can't bring up your mum and dad while your hand is down there, Finke

Fifteen minutes later I was an expert. That's all you need. I think I was even getting the upper hand, which is very simple with a guy. Anything seems to turn them on.