reach isn’t describable in terms of cause and effect anymore: it’s simultaneous.

Sure, everything is ending," Jules said, "but not yet.

I guess it's always romantic when two people fall in love.... Even if it turns out not to be real.

I can't tell if she's actually real, or if she's stopped caring if she's real or not. Or is not caring what makes a person real?

Structural dissatisfaction: Returning to circumstances that once pleased you, after having experienced a more thrilling or opulent way of life, and finding that you can no longer tolerate them.

The problem was precision, perfection; the problem was digitization, which sucked the life out of everything that got smeared through its microscopic mesh.

That adage about 'Write what you know' is basically the opposite of the way I function. I write about what I'm curious to find out.