You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. find yourself a mirror while I continue.

I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I even simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant...I AM HAUNTED BY HUMANS.

When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face." (31.26)

Here is a small fact: You are going to die"
"does this scare you? I urge you don't be afraid, I'm nothing if not fair"
- Death

There are skies manufactured by people, punctured and leaking,and there are soft,coal-colored clouds, beating like black hearts

She was a Jew feeder without a question in the world on that man's first night in Molching. She was an arm reacher, deep into a mattress, to deliver a sketchbook to a teenage girl. (84.25)