But if you didn't believe in monsters, then how were you going to be able to keep safe from them?

It makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until what’s left is all construct, all artifice.

Our tragedy is that we forget it might be someone else first.

It’s just that you go so crazy being alone like that. Sometimes he’d forget my water or food and I’d cry and cry and cry.” She stops talking and looks out the window. “I would try to tell myself stories to pass the time. Fairy tales. Parts of books. But they got used up.

If she was going to die, she might as well die sarcastic.

I'm afraid that whatever I touch is spoilt by the contact." "I'm not scared of being spoiled," Val said.

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.