“He's most likely robbing the bank as a paycheck on the world for winning the ugliness prize at his local fete three years running.”

“The world is an ugly stew, she thought.It's so ugly I can't stand it.”

“There was once a strange, small man. He decided three important details about his life:1. He would part his hair from the opposite side to everyone else.2. He would make himself a small, strange mustache.3. He would one day rule the world....Yes, the Fuhrer decided that he would rule the world with words.”

“The Gunman is useless. I know it. He knows it. The whole bank knows it.”

“A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.”

“He’s fighting the world.” And now, I watch as the underdog in the middle of the circle fights on and stands and falls and returns to his haunches and feet and fights on again. He fights on, no matter how hard he hits the ground. He gets up. Some people cheer him. Others laugh now and rubbish him.Feeling comes out of me.I watch.My eyes swell, and burn.“Can he win?”I ask it, and now, I too cannot take my eyes off the boy in the circle.”

“Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives?”