Chapter Seven

• The difference between lie and lay. Lay is aways passive.
• But the night is my time out. Where should i go?

  Somewhere good.
• the gold fingernail she wore to be eccentric
• I just did one on date rape. Date rape, I said. You're so trendy. It sounds like some kind of dessert. Date rape[']
• Some of them were chanting: onlookers gathered. There faces were happy, ecstatic almost. Fire can do that.
• Don't let her /see/ it, said my mother. [...] parts of women's bodies, turning to black ash, in the air, before my eyes
• There must have been needles, pills, something like that. I couldn't have lost so much time without help.
• I can remember screaming, it felt like screaming though it may have only been a whisper,/where is she? what have you done with her?/
• You've killed her, I said. She looked like an angel, solemn, compact, made of air.
• I would like to believe this is a story I'm telling. I need to believe it. I must believe it. [...] have a better chance
• If it's a story I'm telling, then I have control over the ending. There there will be an ending, to the story, and real life will come after it, I can pick up where I left off.

  It isn't a story I'm telling.
• I'll pretend you can hear me.

  But it's no good, because I know you can't.