“I have an impulse to write all over the orange walls- I need an alphabet of endings ripped out of books, of hands pulled off of clocks, of cold stones, of shoes filled with nothing but wind.”
“I always rip out the last page of a book, then it doesn't have to end. I hate endings.”
“In fact, when I finally shuffle off this mortalcoil, you will have to pry a book out of my cold, dead hands.”
“My shoe is off. My foot is cold. I have a bird I like to hold.”
“But YOU hurt me. You ripped my heart out and spat on it.” He grabbed the neck of her blouse and tore it open, then placed a hand on her heart and pushed her against the wall. “Do you have a heart in there or are you just a stone-cold bitch who enjoys screwing with people’s lives?" (Dante speaking to Beth).”
“The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.”