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.

Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.

The only characters I ever don't like are ones that leave no impression on me. And I don't write characters that leave no impression on me.

I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of sand.

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

I watch the ashes swim around like dandelion puffs, making swirls where bodies and walls once stood.

I can almost see what Gabriel meant when he asked, 'What has the free world got that you can’t get here?' Almost. Freedom, Gabriel. That’s what you can’t get here.