I thought weirdness was a good thing. I don't mean that defensively, either. I thought it was something to be cultivated.

She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.

I have no memory of climbing the stairs up to the roof. I don't even know how to get where I am, which is a problem since I'm going to have to get down, ideally in a way that doesn't involve dying.

It feels like the whole world has turned upside down. There aren't any more rules. Hey,' I say to Sam, because if the world's gone crazy, then I guess I can do whatever I want. "Guess what? I'm a worker.

You are the only thing I have that is neither duty nor obligation, the only thing I chose for myself. The only thing I want.

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

It's not that I don't know that it's a bad idea. It's that, lately, bad ideas have a particular hold over me.