And I didn't choose it, Kat. I chose you.
[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.
In such seconds of decision entire futures are made.
You can go on losing after loss.
What is reading but silent conversation.
Cats, like men, are flatterers.
The Devil's out of fashion.
Feelings are memories. Memories are also feelings.
Falsehood is never in words; it is in things.
Miniture protoplasm, the dirty little bastard!
What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
There are pieces of me on the ground.
Tell me this is a nightmare
That bloody bastard! That thrice accursed son of a bitch!
Nothing is more terrifying than fearlessness.
You must learn what to fear and what not to fear.
The wish to hear such baseness is degrading.
What are stories for if we don't learn from them?
about her has to do with me.
It was. It will never be again. Remember.
WHERE THE HELL IS DERRY, MAINE?
