Polvo eres y en polvo te convertirás. De una venta de garaje saliste y a otra venta de garaje regresas.

“Poor Pudge. Oh, poor poor Pudge. Do you want me to climb into bed with you and …”

“I don't think you can ever fill the empty space with the thing you lost.”

“I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who mig…”

“How strange that there would be exactly twenty-four German carpenters in Chicag…”