“My head’ll explode if I continue with this escapism.”

“Sometimes I feel as if there's an explanation to my life that continues to escape me; that I've missed something noble, something sublime; that in some way I have cheated myself...life is so strange, so harsh.”

“A scream so loud it shattered and splintered into a dreadful chorus that rattled and shook my brain and bones and cells and soul. I grabbed the telegram from Mama’s hand, threw it on the fire, ran out of the room into the hallway, and then outside into the square, and I continued running, zigzagging down streets, through mews, and on and on, as though I could escape from that moment; escape my brother’s death and run back through time.”

“Questions are my enemies. For my questions explode!”

“It was the day my grandmother exploded.”

“No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.”