Sometimes I wonder if he has a philosophy. Maybe even a worldview. I'd like to sit down with him and pick his brain, just a tiny bit somewhere in the frontal lobe to get a taste of his thoughts. But he's too much of a toughguy to ever be that vulnerable. - R on M

What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature

What's wrong with people?" she says, almost too quiet for me to hear. "Were they born with parts missing or did it fall out somewhere along the way?

We're fumbling in the dark, but at least we're in motion.

I'm not a general or a colonel or a builder of cities. I'm just a corpse who wants not to be.

I can’t seem to make myself care about anything to the right or left of the present.

Just... ate," M says, frowning at me a little. "Two days...ago." I grab my stomach again. "Feel empty. Feel... dead." He nods. "Marr...iage.