“I just know there's an albino living in the colored quarters. I can feel it in my bones.”
“I feel you in my bones. You're knocking at my windows. You're slow to letting me go. And I know this feeling, This feeling in my bones.”
“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.”
“I am something of a crank about sleep, for if I get seven and a quarter hours instead of eight I feel afflicted and drag myself around, although there's nothing really wrong with me. It's just another idea. That's how it is with my ideas; they seem to get strong while I weaken.”
“They were not half living, or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly.”
“If there's anything I can do- I know there probably isn't, but..."Just be here”