“... And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.”

“Soul murder, the psychiatrists call it, the sexual violation of children. Unimaginably small boys. Boys whose heads do not reach to their father's waists. Girls who are no more than infants. Boys and girls whose lives are ineradicably violated. Whose trust and innocence are lost to them forever. (208)”

“Nothing remains forever, only thing that remain forever is romantically stupid word forever.”

“All right, I've been thinking, when life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade! Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons! What am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager!Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down - with the lemons!”

“Whose little boy are you?”

“War and tooth enameled salted lemon childhoodsAll colors run, none of us solidDon't look for shadow behind meI carry it withinI live cycles of light and darkness”