“Did he really not remember where it was, or is there some primitivepart of a man’s brain that starts to shut down whenever a woman comes into their lives?”

“Why was it that whenever I started to not detest him, he did something like this?”

“Then that little man in black there, he says women can't have as much rights as men, 'cause Christ wasn't a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.”

“I drank some chocolate milk and then lay down on the sofa in my “living” room, not really sad, just floating; trying to imagine what it was to be dead. Nothing much came to me. I remember closing my eyes and whispering her name, trying to make her come back. As we stared at each other, neither of us moving, I felt some...thing go shut in my heart while something else swung open”

“The way is shut.Then they halted and looked at him and saw that he lived still; but he did not look at them. The way is shut, his voice said again. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut.”

“At a certain point your brain stops to rationalize things. At a certain point it gives up, shuts off, shuts down.”