I think he's beginning to understand, and understanding is a horrible thing.

There’s a limit to how much living can be done in a life without freedom.

Don't you miss it?" I say. "Being free." He laughs.

I'm suddenly finding it hard to know the difference between nightmares and consciousness.

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

It doesn't matter how much his mother loves him; love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

I can hear my brother's voice in my head. Your problem is that you're too emotional. But how can I not be emotional, Rowan? How can I not care?