[...] death is only a small interruption.

“Good women always think it is their fault when someone else is being offensive.…”

“That sun, that light had faded, and she had faded with them. Now she was as gre…”

“I could not, somehow, make contact with any familiar emotion. As I lingered in …”

“[…] nobody grows up. Everyone carries around all the selves that they have ever…”