Evil is just sort of ultimately boring. The good thing is just complicated. It's more provocative to me and more stimulating to me.

I have the wonderful pleasure of finishing the book and closing it. And I don't read them later.

I thought the whole world was like Lorain.

I wish I’d a knowed more people. I would of loved ‘em all. If I’d a knowed more, I would a loved more

Listen up. Let me tell you something. A man ain’t a goddamn ax. Chopping, hacking, busting every goddamn minute of the day. Things get to him. Things he can’t chop down because they’re inside.

All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.

It hit her like a sledgehammer, and it was then that she knew what to feel. A liquid trail of hate flooded her chest. Knowing that she would hate him long and well filled her with pleasant anticipation, like when you know you are going to fall in love with someone and you wait for the happy signs. Hating BoyBoy, she could get on with it, and have the safety, the thrill, the consistency of that hatred as long as she wanted or needed it to define and strengthen her or protect her from routine vulnerabilities.