I wonder what it’s like for her, looking so much like a dead girl.

Real’ is a dirty word in this place.

Bet you never eat, he says. Bet you drink up the oxygen like it's butter. Bet you can go for days on nothing but thoughts.

I used to have only one name; it used to mean something.

Fate, I think, is a thief.

I don’t have too many books, I have too little shelving.

I like the idea of something greater than us. We destroy things with our curiosity. We shatter with our best intentions. We are no closer to perfection than we were one hundred years ago, or five hundred.