We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations.

If I ever end up being the kind of person who has one kid and seven bedrooms. Do me a favor and shoot me.

All at once, I couldn’t figure out why I was methodically tossing a spherical object through a toroidal object. It seemed like the stupidest thing I could possibly be doing.

I didn't want to look at them, so I looked away, and to look away was to look at Augustus.

So she became impulsive, scared by her inaction into perpetual action. When the Eagle confronted her with the expulsion, maybe she blurted out Marya's name because it was the first that came to mind, because in that moment she didn't want to get expelled and she couldn't think past that moment. She was scared, sure. But more importantly, maybe she'd been scared of being paralyzed by fear again. ~Miles/Pudge on Alaska, pg 120-121

It looked like an old painting, but real - everything achingly idyllic in the morning light - and I thought about how wonderfully strange it would be to live in a place where almost everything had been built by the dead.

Beware of that monster called 'self-loathing'.