Book: Clan

"We're like midges in a stain, Jack," she said, as he came down and found her at the open door with a suitcase and an unfamiliar idling car with a tall, attractive black behind the wheel waiting for her. - If you don't unscrew the lid, we'll all suffocate sooner or later. It's better to free ourselves while we still remember how to fly."

In the fallow field where he found his sister's last stop, he sat with Suzanne's rotten head in his hands as the wind blew the scraps of the page away, feeling as if her death had pushed him into a new world - a nightmarish place where no one could be trusted. , and the earth at any moment can swallow you and your dreams. And if not the earth, coyotes will get to you, or Papa will come with a knife and remove sin from your soul, and scalp from your skull.

The seed of incest is the devil's milk.

Luke nodded. To tell the truth - and he never denied it, because he was incapable of lying - he liked it, and liked it very much, despite the fact that he and his sister, who was older, although only a year old, were doing something unnatural, worse - blasphemous. But he was unable to stop the strange, frightening, but uncontrollable flow of sensations that her lips caused when she began to suck. She seemed to suck out all the bad things: fears, worries, and pain, that he had been carrying in his soul since he learned all about the world in which he was born. And when he spilled the seed, it seemed to him that dynamite had exploded in his eggs, which would tear him to bloody pieces.

Her soul.

Since the death of his wife, Wellman has seen no point in making everyday things pleasing to the eye, since the only thing that delighted his soul was buried in the cold, impassive earth.

For sixty-one years of a hard life, he got a good handle on sweeping troubles under the rug and trampling down, so that later he could pass by, and not look.

He was afraid to die alone.