“Death disapearance was what you didnt talk about. like a sewer running under the street, the shit was down there, out of sight, but you could smell it, it didnt go away, it didnt vanish”
“that was her edge. her secret weapon. she didnt give a shit.”
“I didnt loose my mind, it was mine to give away”
“Death was an unfeeling bitch.It didnt matter who you were, who loved you, it struck mercilessly and without discrimination”
“So, as a seventh grader,no, you weren't friends with people you didnt like. But sometimesyou also werent friends with people you did like, which was complicated, and which didnt make any sence if you tried to explain it. Sometimes things just changed. Thats where the sadness came in.”
“didnt men ever think about anything that really mattered?”