Your being born makes your parents God. You owe them your life, and they can control you. Then puberty makes you Satan, just because you want something better.

“And I say no. The problem is the light, the dim light down here. Cupped in the …”

“I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a hot-gushing, butt-cramping…”

“The future is just wasted on some people.”

“Someday you will die, and until you know that, you're useless to me.”