Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.

It's rare that I read more than two or three books by any one author, usually only one.

Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.

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.

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

It's hard to take your life so seriously when you can see it all at once.

Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world.