I think, in this strange world of beautiful things, there may be some humanity after all.

Before I can process what’s happening, Deirdre has opened her hands and Linden has taken the ring from her and slipped it onto my finger. “Rhine Ashby,” he says. “My wife.

Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying.

Even things that aren't broken can be fixed.

He kissed back, all the pages spread out around us like riddles waiting to be solved. Let them wait. Let my genes unravel, my hinges come loose. If my fate rests in the hands of a madman, let death come and bring its worse. I'll take the ruined craters of laboratories, the dead trees, this city with ashes in the oxygen, if it means freedom. I'd sooner die here than live a hundred years with wires in my veins.

But there’s no such thing as free. There are only different and more horrible ways to be enslaved.

To die trying would be better than to die without purpose.