‘I’m not up to it,’ I said. ‘I just don’t have the conviction anymore.’

in

The colour of your skin has been trumped by money. That’s what race and class is here now: money.

the pins of stars.

She felt the pleasant authority of maturity settle within her,

politics was an ornery, wayward application of the mind, one which only those who had no money, or who wanted it, indulged in.

People who are attentive to the existence of animals have refined souls.

the roar of his body

‘I’ve thought myself out of relationships. I’m not unhappy about it.’ ‘But you’re not happy either.’ ‘I’m neutral, and in a neutral place I am less likely to do damage.’