They were like people who run to meet, holding out their arms, but their aim is wrong; they pass each other and keep running.

Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person.

Bravest thing about people is how they go on loving mortal beings after finding out there's such a thing as dying.

...he thought of dying as a kind of adventure, something new that he hadn't yet experienced. Like an unusual vacation trip.

I've always thought sleep was a wonderful invention. Not that being awake isn't nice too, of course. But when I get up in the morning, I think, boy, only fourteen more hours and I can be back to sleep again ... And I never dream, because it distracts my mind from pure sleeping.

He was wondering if there was some cryptic, cultish mark on his door that told all the crazy people he'd have trouble saying no.

For me, writing something down was the only road out...I hated childhood, and spent it sitting behind a book waiting for adulthood to arrive. When I ran out of books I made up my own. At night, when I couldn't sleep, I made up stories in the dark.