I want to minimize the deaths I am responsible for.
Yeah, so if that guy can make it in drunk, surely we can make it in sober. I mean, we’re ninjas.' 'Well, maybe you’re a ninja,' I said. 'You’re just a really loud, awkward ninja,' Margo said, 'but we are both ninjas.
All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.
The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory.
Congratulations! You're a woman. Now die.
Language buries, but does not resurrect.