“We're not mad. We're inhabited”

“Perhaps when we're forced to forfeit what we own, we lose any sentimental associations. Perhaps pawning our valuables frees us in the same way a house fire destroys not only our worldly goods, but our attachment to what's gone.”

“Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can't remember who we are or why we're here.”

“I don't know why women are so mad about flowers. Personally, they leave me cold. I prefer trees.”

“Every person on the face of the earth makes mistakes, Lily. Every last one. We're all so human. Your mother made a terrible mistake, but she tried to fix it.''Good night,' I said, and rolled onto my side.'There is nothing perfect,' August said from the doorway. 'There is only life.”

“If we're mad, we're mad in large numbers, at least larger than yours.”

“We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.”