Don't butter me, Babe.

“Why do you haggle your beauty?” I asked. “Why don’t you just live withit?” “Bec…”

“Dear child, I only did to youwhat the sparrowdid to you; I am old when it isfas…”

“tu figlio di puttana, disse lei, sto cercando di costruire una relazione che ab…”

“nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls from failing.”