More than fear of loving bears or birds bigger than cows, I fear pathless nights. How, I wonder, can I find you in the dark?

It was a fine cry - loud and long - but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles and circles of sorrow.

Deep, deep trouble. Can't rival the dead for love. Lose every time.

Evil is not interesting. What is it, chopping off someone's head? We used to do that as kids, you know, you tear up paper dolls and stuff. I know everyone's done it in the history of the world, but maybe everybody was dumb and they were just looking for something interesting to do. What's really interesting and hard is being good.

We read about how Ajax and Achilles will die for each other, but very little about the friendship of women.

The screams of a hurt woman were indistinguishable from everyday traffic.

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