Maggie, we're through with lies and liars in this house. Lock the door.
The world is a funny paper read backwards. And that way it isn't so funny.
Time goes by so fast. Nothin' can outrun it. Death commences too early--almost before you're half-acquainted with life--you meet the other.
Just another four-letter word.
Nothing's more determined than a cat on a hot tin roof.
You know, then that the public Somebody you are when you 'have a name' is a fiction created with mirrors and that the only somebody worth being is the solitary and unseen you that existed from your first breath