The moon rose, squatting in the strained blue.
Janet Fitch, White Oleander.
“Isn't it funny.I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you ...”
“The cake had a trick candle that wouldn't go out, so I didn't get my wish. Which was just that it would always be like this, that my life could be a party just for me.”
“Don't turn over the rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.”
“I know what you are learning to endure. There is nothing to be done. Make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In lif...”
“What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest?”
“Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, so...”
“So imagine that the lovely moon is playing just for you - everything makes music if you really want it to.”
“I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair and stars in her soul.”
“We ran as if to meet the moon.”