It doesn't matter how many they kill," I told him. "And it's not awesome-it's wrong." "Then why do you talk about them all the time?" asked Max. "Because wrong is interesting.

I guess all we have left are awesome dreams.

Happiness is the most natural thing in the world when you have it, and the slowest, strangest, most impossible thing when you don't.

I didn't know how to explain what I meant; sociopathy wasn't just being emotionally deaf, it was being emotionally mute, too. I felt like the characters on our muted TV, waving their hands and screaming and never saying a word out loud.

If you can't know the truth, said Isolde, live the most awesome lie you can think off.

It's just one thing after another. Cars that won't run. Planes that will never fly again. Computer systems we can barely use, let alone re-create. It's like...time is flowing backward. We're caveman archeologists in the ruins of the future.

I'm a good person," I said, "because I know what good people are supposed to act like, and I copy them.