...one of those very bad men that not even postmodernism can explain away.

“Clavo saca clavo.Nothing sacas nothing, you reply. No one will ever be like her.”

“The next day he woke up feeling like he'd been unshackled from his fat, like he…”

“In your heart you thought she would hate you—that they would all hate you.I don…”

“In order to write the book you want to write, in the end you have to become the…”