The Body: Fall from Innocence

The only reason anyone writes stories is so they can understand the past and get ready for some future mortality; that's why all the verbs in stories have -ed endings,

I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, did you?

The only two useful artforms are religion and stories.

The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them. It's hard to make strangers care about the good things in your life.

Когда заживают раны от любви, сама любовь уже мертва

Для любви не нужно слов, и более того, слова могут убить любовь

He wasn't ill, he wasn't sleeping. He wasn't going to get up in the morning any more, or eat too many apples, or worry about school exams. He was dead, completely dead. He wasn't going to go out with his friends in the spring to collect bottles uncovered by the departing snow. He wasn't going to get into fights in the playground. He wasn't going to pull a single girl's hair. He was everything like wasn't, can't, don't, shouldn't, wouldn't, couldn't. He was one big not. He was dead.