This world, he thinks, contains just one masterpiece, and that is itself.

Historically, unfortunately, race seems to be the major division that humanity has imposed on itself, a way of subdividing into smaller groups.

The human world is made of stories, not people. The people the stories use to tell themselves are not to be blamed

The her that lived in her looked out through her eyes, through my eyes, and at the me that lives in me.

Anticipating the end of the world is humanity's oldest passtime

I lost my balance when the train pulled away, but a human crumple zone buffered my fall. We stayed like that, half fallen. Diagonal People.

As for reading, I wish I had a magic door to a library where I could go in, read for days and days, and come back in the same minute I left. I'm still looking for the door.