“The whiter the bread, the quicker you're dead. Stick with barley and spelt.”

“Have you noticed how Emilio Estevez and Charlie Sheen look nothing alike, and yet they both manage to look exactly like their father, Martin?”

“The last time I was this confused I was watching a Fassbinder film.”

“A wedding left the church and, meeting a funeral, walked three steps with the dead.”

“You're two of a kind, and a bad kind.”

“Rule No.37 The whiter the bread, the sooner you’ll be dead.”

“I found it idiotically distressing that a sharp finger whistle could no longer summon them outdoors into a playful twilight. An ancient discovery was now mine to make: to leave is to make nothing less than a mortal action. The suspicion came to me for the fist time that they were figures of my dreaming, like the loved dead: my mother and all these vanished boys. And after Mama's cremation I could not rid myself of the notion that she had been placed in the furnace of memory even when alive and, by extension, that one's dealings with others, ostensibly vital, at a certain point become dealings with the dead.”