Strip back the beliefs pasted on by governesses, schools, and states, you find indelible truths at one's core. Rome'll decline and fall again, Cortés'll lay Tenochtitlán to waste again, and later, Ewing will sail again, Adrian'll be blown to pieces again, you and I'll sleep under the Corsican stars again, I'll come to Bruges again, fall in and out of love with Eva again, you'll read this letter again, the sun'll grow cold again. Nietzsche's gramophone record. When it ends, the Old One plays it again, for an eternity of eternities.

If your words're true, they're armed.

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.

Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.

If you’re in your life, chance. Viewed from the outside, like a book you’re reading, it’s fate all the way.

Gosh. The subjunctive is always the first to go.

Japanese food makes me feel particularly good.