"My father. MY father? My father didn't dedicate his life to Good Posture. His swan neck bent forward like a hook, glum dead eyes looking meekly up at an unstoppable sight! How embarrassing! That's my father. Took him thirty years to build a goddamn table."
"How well he'd known the times in sadder years with hammer in hand he'd chase my sister. She started a club, and I felt a little reluctant to join. Takes time to get to know you."
