This fear bears no analogy to any fear I knew before. This is the basest of all possible emotions, the feeling that was with us before we existed, before this building existed, before the earth existed. This is the fear that made fish crawl out onto dry land and evolve lungs, the fear that teaches us to run, the fear that makes us bury our dead.

Stupid human voices always ruining everything.

Becoming a father made me much more interested in the parent character in my novels. I've never found parents that interesting.

You can't just make yourself matter and then die, Alaska, because now I am irretrievably different, and I'm sorry I let you go, yes, but you made the choice. You left me Perhapsless, stuck in your goddamned labyrinth. And now I don't even know if you chose the straight and fast way out, if you left me like this on purpose. And so I never knew you, did I? I can't remember, because I never knew.

I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well—but never quite perfectly, you know?

I thought you hung the moon.

But I was not in the band, because I suffer from the kind of tone deafness that is generally associated with actual deafness