There were no more choices, no more options, no more clever ways out of a tough situation. And the rush, I realized in a brutal wash of despair, is a false god I’ve chased my entire life. One that cost me everything in the blind search for sensation. My entire existence amounted to nothing.

I meant I’m not afraid of love being difficult. If it was easy, then everyone would find it.

I thought it odd that the woman was over a thousand years old but thought the microwave was primitive.

Coffee. I could smell coffee. Coffee would make everything better.

I told you, computers are like women. If you shout at them or ask them to do too many things at once, they shut down and you won't even get a sniff" pg. 4

I just want my name back so my life can go back to chaotic and weird instead of chaotic and desperate.

Boots and leather jackets were strewn on her bed, and what looked like a new knife set. She’d taken a class last winter and was dying to try them out legally on someone.