You can love somebody without it being like that. You keep them a stranger, a stranger who's a friend. - Truman Capote

Are the dead as lonesome as the living?

She had said she was afraid of Perry, and she was, but was it simply Perry she feared, or was it a configuration of which he was part [...]? The eldest, the brother she loved, had shot himself; Fern had fallen out of a window, or jumped; and Perry was committed to violence, a criminal.

It’s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes.