...It was nice to spend time with someone so interesting.

If we'd put them in a vase in the living room, they would have been everyone's flowers. I wanted them to be my flowers.

Every second of your definitionally temporary consciousness, you are choosing how you spend something that will not last forever.

Cold,” he said, pressing a finger to my pale wrist. “Not cold so much as underoxygenated,” I said. “I love it when you talk medical to me,” he said. He stood, and pulled me up with him, and did not let go of my hand until we reached the stairs.

It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you.

Stupid human voices always ruining everything.

The five of us walking confidently in a row, I'd never felt cooler. The Great Perhaps was upon us, and we were invincible. The plan may have had faults, but we did not.