Love was like a steamroller. There was no avoiding it, it went over you and you came out flat.

“There's always a black market, there's always something that can be exchanged.”

“Some of the best things are done by those with nowhere to turn, by those who do…”

“…Homo sapiens doesn’t seem able to cut himself off at the supply end. He’s one …”

“Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.”