The quietness of No Frills was unnerving. The sound of wheels and the buzzing of the lights overhead filled Xiu's ears. 

What am I doing on a train to Philadelphia?

Do you know how to leave this Earth? Because I really need to leave this Earth tonight. Jettison my skin. Supernova in a brilliant burst.

Brains, when they are fried, don’t taste mushy and soft. They are tender and flavorful, like most battered things.

They were goldfish, and not even the pretty kind: they weren’t even really yellow, more like the color of the roots of your teeth, more like the color of a pus-glazed mosquito bite.

The moon came out, riding on a motorbike, his head hatted, silver-blue, attached.

We compiled our snacks and made for the playhouse basement.

Fuck you.

Holly had a list of endangered plants.

I never kissed another man, but I danced for one once.

“Are you open?” "For you, yes."

“Baby Cakes.” I don’t think she has ever called me that.

There is nothing, Lois says, gayer than spelunking.

He wondered, "What if I never get out of the shower?" and just like that he never did.

Four opted for the coffee and three chose the water.

Being able to walk in a straight line is not something Yoda had ever taught himself to appreciate. The sidewalks on Coruscant, on Alderaan, even on Kashyyyk, they took the user where they wanted to go...

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They adopted a dog, a fuzzy white mutt, and named her Alice B. Toklas.

The crazy girls are the ones that won’t disappear.

Every day we both live.

There were no ways around. There was reverse, but that was its own failure.

She is thinking that when you make love, your brain opens, and everyone knows what you are thinking, and you know what everyone else is thinking, so your husband knows what you are thinking and can control you.

They had taken up four of the ten seats in the sushi restaurant, and the smallness of the room made them serious and giddy, as if they were being admitted to a secret.

Greg listened to hold music while rereading the suicide note.

I told him about Nebraska and how it was a dried up ancient ocean bed, how farmers harvested corn and clicks, how there might be kings buried under the freshly tilled soil or angels who dusted the August crops.