Life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future.

Congratulations! You're a woman. Now die.

You either have a great social life and shitty taste in music, or a fantastic taste in music with barely any social life.

And yet still I worried. I like being a person. I wanted to keep at it. Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

Light, the visible reminder of Invisible Light.

In the end, what makes a book valuable is not the paper it's printed on, but the thousands of hours of work by dozens of people who are dedicated to creating the best possible reading experience for you.

And I will forget her, yes. That which came together will fall apart slowly, but she will forgive my forgetting, just as I forgive her for forgetting me and the Colonel and nothing but herself and her mom in those last moments as she spent as a person.