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Отец с детства учил меня держаться невозмутимо. Если ты такой, как люди нашего круга, это всегда заметно.

Я понимал чувства главного героя. Я сполна познал отчаяние. Я вдоволь набродился по темным улицам, напрасно выискивая хотя бы малейший огонек надежды. Я вполне осознал: одиночество порою становится непереносимым и может толкнуть на убийство.

Ей всего-навсего нужна свобода. Разве ты согласишься променять свободу на золотую клетку?

That was how I was thinking of her: a witch. Ordinarily, I'd have used a different word, a word that rhymed with witch. But something about the girl, the way she'd looked at me with those freaky eyes, a color green I'd never seen before, made me think witch.

But I knew the minute (9:42) the cab pulled into the driveway to pick her up. I sensed her arrival at the bus station (10:27) and knew the time (11:05) when her bus left the station. I didn't watch these things in the mirror. I just knew. There was no movie ending. There was only an ending.

It was hidden by trees, but I found stars-stars with more stars behind them, then more behind those, millions of stars, more than I'd ever seen in my life in New York City, more than all the lights there. I didn't want to see stars. I couldn't bear their beauty and their numbers. I wanted only the lonely, airless moon.

We'll be experienced ice sculptors by the time winter's over.

By the time Vizzini fell over, dead, I'd finished my popcorn and put the bag down. I wanted some more. It seemed like the beast was always hungry. I wondered, if I was transformed back, would I be fat?

SilentMaid: I saw them kissing. He's with her. I failed. BeastNYC: #@*! BeastNYC: I'm sorry. Isn't there any way out of the spell, Silent? SilentMaid: My sisters tried to get the Sea Witch to let me out of the spell. They gave her their hair and everything. But she said the only way I could get out of the spell is for me to kill him. Froggie: R U going 2 do it? BeastNYC: Ask Grizzlyguy to help you. He & his gf killed a dwarf. Grizzlyguy: It's not funny, Beast.

Only when I heard her bedroom door open and close did I give in to my beast instincts and do a wild animal dance around the room.

"Shakespeare's great." Duh. Shakespeare's cool, man.

You know I don't plan to do anything bad to her. I want to love her." God, I sounded like the Phantom of the Opera.

But something-the lights, the music, and the dancing inside-made me want to stay, even if I couldn't go in. I liked being outside, actually. The air felt cool on my face.

I got it. I knew now what it was to be desperate. I knew what it was to skulk in darkness, looking for some little bit of hope and finding nothing. I knew what it was to be so lonely you could kill from it.

People came. People left.

And still, people passed me, seeming to look, but not seeing me.

I wondered if maybe being ugly made me smarter. Will said that when a person is blind, the other senses-like hearing and smell-grow stronger to compensate. Could I be getting smarter to compensate for my hideousness?