Daffy had stopped talking, without her noticing. It was if he'd run out of words. He did a peculiar thing, then; he reached out and touched Mary's cheekbone; lightly, as if he was brushing away a spec...
A veces estaría bien volver a hacerse pequeño y a veces grande, igual que Alicia.
Everyone goes home in the end.
Really, thought Lib, who ever died exultingly? Whatever fool penned that phrase had never sat by a bed with his ears pricked for the last rasp.) Aged
...real loneliness is having no one to miss. Think yourself lucky you've known something worth missing.
Taking the killers, always two at night because she says pain is like water, it spreads out as soon as she lies down. She
She feels that surge of warmth, and this time she remembers what it means: not love but piss. Or the love that's mixed with piss and can't be separated from it.
Less rotted and she nibbles it smiling. Look, I show her, there’s holes in my cake where the chocolates were till just now. Like craters, she says. She puts her fingertop in one. What’s craters? Holes...
Except one bit about a movie with werewolves and a woman bursting like a balloon is just special effects, that’s drawing on computers.
[She] was easy to enjoy but hard to know.
[...] You’re not afraid of monsters, are you?It depends on the monster, if it’s a real one or not and if it’s where I am.
Your body - every body is a marvel. A wonder of creation. [...] The day your first opened your eyes, Anna, God asked just one thing: that you live.
When I was four I thought everything in TV was just TV, then I was five and Ma unlied about lots of it being totally real. Now I'm in Outside but it turns out lots of it isn't real at all.
They’re her book club but I don’t know why because they’re not reading books.
The days of my vanity are over and heaven knows they weren't happy enough to regret
Swiping’s bad but if I was a swiper I’d swipe good stuff like cars and chocolates.
She wants to slap everyone today, to pick up the whole sweat-slick City and punch its lights out.
Scared is what you’re feeling, says Ma, but brave is what you’re doing. Huh? Scaredybrave.
Perhaps we get, not what we deserve, but what we demand.
Once I was a stupid girl; now I am an angry woman.