“Je me demandais si c'était blasphémer que dire à Dieu que les arcs-en-ciel sont kitsch.”

“...I wondered if it was blasphemous to tell God that rainbows are kitsch.”

“Pauvre Terry. On ne pouvait pas le distinguer d'un lit. C'était vraiment triste.”

“… she gave me a look that deftly combined tenderness with revulsion. To this day the memory of that look still visits me like a Jehovah’s Witness: uninvited and tireless.”

“Don't touch me, you fat ghost!”

“He pointed the gun at me. Then he looked up at my hand & tilted his head slightly.- Journey, he said. I had forgotten I was still holding the book.- Céline, I said back in a whisper.- I love that book.- I'm only halfway through.- Have you got to the point where --- Hey, kill me, but don't tell me the end!”

“Regrets came up and asked me if I’d like to own them. Declined them for the most part but took a few just so I wouldn’t leave this relationship empty handed.”