As long as we remember a person, they're not really gone. Their thoughts, their feelings, their memories, they become a part of us.

She remembered no one at all. She remembered one day thinking: I am alone. There is no I but I. She lived in the dark. She taught herself to walk in the light, though it was not easy.

The world was a world of dreaming souls who could not die.

It was what you did, Wolgast understood; you started to tell a story about who you were, and soon enough the lies were all you had and you became that person.

I was a 'Planet of the Apes'-obsessed kid.

Here she was, a women who could bolt-load a crossbow in under a second, put half a dozen long arrows in the air in fewer than five, blade a target dead through the sweet spot at six meters, on the run, on an off day; and yet knitting a pair of baby booties seemed completely beyond her power.

My inventing time is all done under the influence of aerobic exercise. Basically, I do all my thinking while I run.