“Apartments in Crosscut weren't just depressing. They were wrist-slittingly bleak, and not quite as cheap as Madeline had imagined.”
“The Elephant of Depression wasn't just parked on my chest, it was relaxing there with the Walrus of Gloom and the Hippo of Bleak Friday Nights in Alone. They had beers. They were settling in.”
“There was just a moment when things weren't quite the same, weren't quite as they had always been through the long friendship”
“These weren't cheap modern books; these were books bound in leather, and not just leather, but leather from clever cows who had given their lives for literature after a happy existence in the very best pastures.”
“Singing songs that make you slit your wrists”
“What else is there to do in college except drink beer or slit one's wrists?”