The nearest I'd come to feeling anything like God was the plan blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do you pray to that?

And I thought, there was no God, there was only what you wanted.

A book's flaws make it less predictable.

A fish has no concept of water.

When you started thinking it was easy, you were forgetting what it cost.

It wasn't awful to be dead. The stillness would almost be a relief. She wouldn't want pain, she wouldn't want to be wounded or mutilated. She could never shoot herself or jump off a building. But being dead wasn't unthinkable.

Panic was the worst thing. When you panicked, you couldn't see possibilities. Then came despair.