“I really don’t think you should put your hand inside the manticore, dear. You don’t know where it’s been. —Enid Healy”
“I really do. It’s the first time I don’t have to think at work, you know. It’s really simple. Youjust answer the phone and put in people’s orders. It’s pretty laid back. You don’t like it?”“No. I feel like it’s killing my brain.”“Maybe that’s why I like it. I don’t mind not having to think.”
“It’s all relative, I suppose. You think you know love, you think you know real pain, but you don’t. You don’t know anything.”
“You know how to pray, don’t you? Just put your hands together and hope.”
“You don’t know what it’s like to be alone until you’ve had someone inside your head.”
“I don’t know. She was a sweet girl. As sweet as they come. I don’t know why I didn’t love her. It’s something you can’t really control.”