Grief, He Said, Is Carnivorous.

And He Hated Himself And Hated Her,too, For The Ruin They'd Made Of Each Other.

Choice, I've Always Believed, Is All That Separates Us From Animals.

Vanity Is A Weakness. I Know This. It's A Shallow Dependence On The Exterior Self, On How One Looks Instead Of What One Is. I Know This Well... Vanity And Dishonesty May Be Vices, But They're Also The First Forms Of Protection I Ever Knew.

I Loved This Woman The Way You Love ... Well, Nothing," He Said, A Note Of Suprise In His Voice. "you Can’t Compare That Kind Of Love To Anything, Can You? It’s Its Own Unique Gift.

I Have A Lot Of Rage About Things That Didn't Happen To Me, Tied Up With Watching An Immigrant, Working-class Father Struggle To Make His Way Through The World - And Seeing How Society Was Modeled To Keep Him In His Place.