“Why would you stick someone you love down in a lonely hole in the dirt? Where it's cold, and dirty, and full of bugs?”

“it's colder than hell (yes) butthe blankets are thin,and the pulled-down shadesare as full of holes as love is.”

“Where are those tears in your eyes, my child? How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing! You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writing-is that why they call you dirty? O, fie! Would they dare to call the full moon dirty becauseit has smudged its face with ink? For every little trifle they blame you, my child. They areready to find fault for nothing. You tore your clothes while playing-is that why they call youuntidy? O, fie! What would they call an autumn morning that smilesthrough its ragged clouds? Take no heed of what they say to you, my child. They make a long list of your misdeeds. Everybody knows how you love sweet things-is that why theycall you greedy? O, fie! What then would they call us who love you?”

“When someone loves you up one side and down the other like that, you make every effort to stick around.”

“If you're that obsessed with someone, why would you kill her?Humans are full of contradictions.”

“When you mix dirt with water, the dirt doesn't get clean. The water just gets dirty.”