I’m not fit to occupy space. Excuse me for living.

You're never ready for what you have to do. You just do it. That makes you ready.

I have no point in procrastinating any longer.

It all made sense - terrible sense. The panic she had experienced in the warehouse district because of not knowing what had happened had been superseded at the newsstand by the even greater panic of partial knowledge. And now the torment of partly knowing had yielded to the infinitely greater terror of knowing precisely

There is no past. Past is present when you carry it with you.

I have to force myself even to move my eyeballs. It's so easy just to stare.

Isolated, she managed somehow to feel free—albeit with a freedom that made her want to smash a hole in the very center of the universe.