“Her heart became a bird, trapped inside the glass box of her chest, flapping violently into wall after invisible wall, crumpling into a heap of broken hollow-bones on the transparent floor.”

“The moon! It smiled at her with all its might, she could see it! through the broken wood beams of a crude ceiling, nearly touch its cratered surface, stroke its circumference; oh, moon! bulbous and benevolent, guiding herds across planes on forlorn journeys; elucidating wisps of mist to lovers at midnight; absent to her for years but treasured still.”

“I'm not dumb enough to be cool.”

“You know, you fucked me for years without ever touching me.”

“Every dream dies, even the American ones.”

“Folks is what they are and they ain’t how they’re not.”

“It's easier to believe in nothing than it is to believe in anything.”