Poor kid,' Jenna says, and rolls her eyes toward me for a moment. Then she returns to her book. 'She doesn't even understand what kind of place this is.

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

I've done it all before, I tell myself, and I can do it again. Trust is the strongest weapon.

I should not have loved my daughter as I did. Not in this world in which nothing lives for long. You children are flies. You are roses. You multiply and die.

I lost everyone I loved," I tell him. I wait for him to look at me, and then I add, "The day I met you.

I start trying to stay unconscious. The problem with this is that no amount of willpower can change the reality.

Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.