they ran in the sunlight, creating their own breeze which pressed their dresses into their damp skin. Reaching a kind of square of four locked trees which promised cooling; they flung themselves into the shade to taste their lip sweat and contemplate the wildness that had come upon them so suddenly

Girl, I got my mind. And what goes on in it. Which is to say, I got me...my lonely is mine.

Love just seems to make life not just livable, but a gallant, gallant event.

Anger... it's a paralyzing emotion... you can't get anything done.

Long before I was a success, my parents made me feel like I could be one.

Make a difference, does it? You stay the night here snake get you.

A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves - a special kind of double.