“That is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot.”

“This is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot.”

“I read once about a kind of fungus that grows in trees. The fungus begins to encroach on the systems that carry water and nutrients up from the roots to the branches. It disables them one by one―it crowds them out. Soon, the fungus―and only the fungus―is carrying the water, and the chemicals, and everything else the tree needs to survive. At the same time it is decaying the tree slowly from within, turning it minute by minute to rot.That is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot.It is hard and deep and angular, a system of blockades. It is everything and total.”

“This is what amazes me: that people are new every day. That they are never the same. You must always invent them, and they must always invent themselves, too.”

“There's a place for everything and everyone, you know. That is the mistake they make above. They think that only certain people have a place. Only certain kinds of people belong. The rest is waste. But even waste must have a place. Otherwise it will clog and clot, and rot and fester.”

“I feel an ache in my throat, but I manage to smile. Two conflicting desires go through me at the same time, each as sharp as a razorblade: I want to see you grow up and Don't ever change.”

“It's funny how you can know your friends so well, but you still end up playing the same games with them.”