“A conglomerate heap of trash, that’s what I am. But it burns with a high flame.”
“I guess high school really is ancient history,” she concludes.Ancient history? Have you really relegated us to the trash heap of the Dumb High-School Romance? And if that’s the case, why the hell can’t I do the same?”
“This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.”
“...by the end of my first week as an intern, I am just about ready to throw my pager out the window. A high window. Overlooking a trash compactor. Filled with highly corrosive acid.”
“Time flames like a paraffin stove / and what burns are the minutes I live.”
“The devastation of his actions, his meanness, felt like bags of rancid trash heaped around him.”