That’s what a map is, you know. Just a memory.

It appeals to the higher nature of the self to put aside food which once lived - I do not consider myself food, why should I ask all other creatures to consider themselves so?

Slowly, without taking his eyes from hers, the man in the black coat knelt before her. ”I have come for the girl in the window,” he said, and his eyes filled with tears

When the world changes, it stashes us away where we can't make it run the other way again.

Respect me. Be proud, and if you love me, a little afraid, because love so often looks like fear. We are alike. We are alike.

Someone ought to write a novel about me.

She sounds like someone who spends a lot of time in libraries, which are the best sorts of people.