Nothing was happening, really, but the moment was thick with mattering

I feel like crying, so I must be crying, but it's impossible to tell because I'm underwater.

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

I’ve stopped thinking about it. I don’t have time to have a girlfriend. I have like a full-time job Learning How to Be Blind.

Truth resists simplicity.

He puts the killing thing in his mouth but doesn't give it the power to kill him.

It's hard as hell to hold on to your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes, and that's what I was thinking about as we hunted for bad guys through the ruins of a city that didn't exist.