We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be

Being infected, being a vampire, it’ s always you. Maybe it’ s more you than ever before. It’ s you as you always were, deep down inside.

You have to write a lot. And you have to rewrite what you wrote a lot more.

Mutually assured destruction.

There’s nothing like a gunshot to make you the life of the party.

My head is pounding. I wish the mints were aspirin.

A girl like that, Grandad said, perfumes herself with ozone and metal filings.