“I wanna leave here myself. But when I leave, whether it's on a bus or train or in a pine box, somebody gon' know I was here.”
“I wanna live like I know what I'm leaving”
“Just leave me alone. I'm not myself. I'm falling apart, and I don't want you here.”
“Here I am in a rabbit run, here I am in a valley of pine, waiting for you to find me. I could pretend I’m speaking to everyone—assume a middle distance and transcend myself—but I’m taking to you and you know it.”
“Back from where? you're not going out again and leaving me here are you?? Holy Hercules I sound like somebody's wife”
“Here is a book of tongues.Take it. (Dark leaves invade the air.)Beware! I now know a language so beautiful and lethalMy mouth bleeds when I speak it.”