There is no answer. It's okay. But even if it wasn't okay, what am I supposed to do?

I am too nervous to eat pie.

and did you get what you wanted from this life even so? i did.

It's akin to style, what I'm talking about, but it isn't style alone. It is the writer's particular and unmistakable signature on everything he writes. It is his world and no other. This is one of the things that distinguishes one writer from another. Not talent. There's plenty of that around. But a writer who has some special way of looking at things and who gives artistic expression to that way of looking: that writer may be around for a time.

Something’s died in me,” she goes. “It took a long time for it to do it, but it’s dead. You’ve killed something, just like you’d took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.

Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read.

That morning she pours Teacher's over my belly and licks it off. That afternoon she tries to jump out the window.