Humans live in a pit of cheating, exploiting, hurting, incarcerating. Every time, the species wastes some part of what it could be. This waste is poisonous.

The most malicious god is the god of the counted chicken.

My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?

I wonder how many years Suga has been carrying his curse around with him. I forget that other people in the world have broken parts too.

I'm from a time and place where bigheadedness was a really savage crime, and you'd get cut down for it by your peers and parents.

...it’s not just the person who fills a house, it’s their I’ll be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.

Human hunger birthed the Civlize, but human hunger killed it too.