And then he said, “Media. I think I have heard of her. Isn’t she the one who killed her children?”
“Different woman,” said Mr. Nancy. “Same deal.

“She really was pretty, for a grown-up person, but when you are seven, beauty is…”

“She began to whisper something in my ear. It’s the strangest thing about poetry…”

“Will eventually grow up and get a real job. Until then, will keep making things…”

“He thought about going out and buying a Sunday paper but decided not to. Arnold…”