Цитаты из книги Mysterious Skin

It was a light that shone over our faces, our wounds and scars. It was a light so brilliant and white it could have been beamed from heaven, and Brian and I could have been angels, basking in it. But it wasn't, and we weren't.

If we were stars in the latest Hollywood blockbuster, then I would have embraced him, my hands patting his shoulerblades, violins and cellos billowing on the soundtrack as tears streamed down our faces. But Hollywood would never make a movie about us.

School was over forever; crime seemed the only thing left to do.

There was something deranged and distinctly midwestern about a station that programmed The Exorcist three days prior to Christmas. I'd viewed the original at a horror movie festival in San Francisco, but this was the edited-for-television version. Scenes of violence and sex had been scissored into tameness. One line I distinctly recalled wincing at - the demon's guttural "Your mother sucks cocks in hell" - had altered, and the replacement voice-over growled "Your mother wears socks that smell."

It's amazing what people know. They just never say anything, they deny it because they don't want to believe.

... that I should bawling and scream 'my childhood was taken from me.' But I don't believe that.

"We always need proof. To remember something's happened."

"In my head I saw him just as he'd appeared in dreams: the boy, my Little League teammate, crouching beside me. Open your eyes, he said. Here we go. He whispered in my ear. It's okay, he likes it, he'll give you money. It feels nice. It's fun isn't it, tell him you think it's fun."

"This boy I saw as my doorway from the boredom I wanted to escape."

I kept my head down, staring at the gravel lane, as if immersed in a book, a series of soothing and beautiful words spelled out across the roadside to lead me home.