“The higher up I hold it, the less painful the hot wax.”…“Try hanging off the ceiling and dropping it from there.”

“This was a little house, with a ceiling that kept getting higher and higher, a hot place with no windows. This was anger.”

“One gal drank a can of floor wax and topped it off with a cup of Clorox, trying to separate herself from the same world he was in.”

“The first intimation I had that things were about to hot up was a pained and disapproving cough from the neighbourhood of the carpet.”

“As we passed this living cruelty, I shuddered in momentarily isolation and then let out an audible gasp at what I saw. They were hanging from trees! Some shaking violently, with their intestines hanging out of their bodies! Those who were still partly alive were screaming with pain, and wriggling on the branches trying to get off the ropes ... some had fallen off the branches of the trees, they were crawling along the ground, and towards us.”

“I watched her and I watched the birds' shadows flit across her face, and I...wanted. I wanted more happy memories to hang up on the ceiling, so many happy memories with this girl that they would crowd the ceiling and flap out into the hall and burst out of the house.”