“Okay, is anyone else worried that some of the fruit didn't fall far enough away from the tree?”
“He was falling between glacial walls, he didn't know how anyone could fall so far away from everyone else in the world. So far to fall, so cold all the way, so steep and dark between those morphine-coloured walls...”
“Hatred is the result of beliefs. It is the fruit that falls from the tree of faith.”
“Should've known when I met her mama. The big, fat acorn didn't fall too far from the big, fat tree.”
“The apple does not fall far from the tree.”
“If everybody spent enough time worrying about their own goddamn selves, no one would have to worry about anyone else.”