“Those are exactly the kind of memories I try to avoid, but they're like abestos: invisible and deadly. You need special gear to get rid of them.”

“He shakes his head. "They're hunting the Enkis. I know that. And I get that. But . . . we're special.""The reason they want them is because they're special. Anchovies aren't going to cure anyone.""That's not the special I mean." He catches another fish and hugs it to his chest.I'm trying to be gentle. "They're only special to you because they're yours.""I could say the same thing about that cute kid you were holding."Well, shit.”

“That's okay," you told me. "I like them better when they're dried up. I'll keep them for years. Until our Get Rid of the Roses anniversary.”

“i try to avoid people's eyes because i don't like to get that intimatewith just anybody. i don't need the responsibility.”

“I would like to get rid of the homophobes, sexists, and racists in our audience. I know they're out there and it really bothers me.”

“I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass. I crave to be rid of them...”