I will admit he is unusual, but that is perhaps the closest I could come to complimenting him.

All you will get from me is death.

I lay in the dark thinking about the difficulties of family, how crazy and crooked the stories of a bloodline can be.

Our blood is the same, we just use it differently.

We can all of us be hurt, and no one is exclusively safe from worry and sadness.

Where is your mother, Charlie asked. Dead. I’m sorry to hear that Thank you. But she was always dead.

I will never be a leader of men, and neither do I want to be one, and neither do I want to be led. I thought: I want to lead only myself.