“…Once I threw an empty wine bottle to the floor as hard as I could. It broke into green pieces. They were like the cold, hard, gritty fragments I imagine lodged in my throat sometimes. I wanted to know what it felt like to break something- with my hands instead. I know that nothing will break anymore. Not the way things used to break. Clattering, crashing, smashing, shattering by themselves. It is very quite in our house now.”
-The Hanged Man, Francesca Lia Block
I've loved this book for years, it is beautifully written and a fast read.