“... his mind flaking with the rust of fatigue.”

“... but they could barely organize a round of beers.”

“- and Stella had that kind of face. One that looked permanently guilty, as if some form of mischief was in the recent past, the near future, or both.”

“You can't choose where you belong, and where you don't. But what if the place you don't belong is the only place you have left?”

“Hate�'s a terrible thing. It�'s a wasteful, stupid emotion. You can hate someone with all your heart, but it'�ll never do them a bit of harm. The only person it hurts is you. You can spend your days hating, letting it eat away at you, and the person you hate will go on living just the same. So, what'�s the point?”

“Hate is a terrible thing. It's a wasteful, stupid emotion. You can hate someone with all your heart, but it'll never do them a bit of harm. The only person it hurts is you. You can spend your days hating, letting it eat away at you, and the person you hate will go on living just the same. So, what's the point?”

“[Kandinsky] arrived, as they say, 'with snow on his boots', and it never really melted.”