...if you are one tardy away from missing out on a big competition, you should probably make your coffee at home.

It was all very strange, Mr. Gray thought, as he wiped the coffee canister clean with a sponge. Very, very mysterious. You were born; you lived a whole life; and at the end, you wound up in a coffee canister. "Ah, well," he said out loud quietly. "That's just the way things are. Life's a funny business." Death, he supposed, was the punch line.

Unhappiness is bondage; therefore, happiness is freedom. The way to find happiness is through the cure. Therefore, it is only through the cure that one finds freedom.

An itchy feeling began to work its way through my body, as though a thousand mosquitoes were circulating through my blood, biting me from the inside, making me want to scream, jump, squirm. I ran.

I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again

I've been so used to thinking of what the borders are keeping out that I haven't considered that they're also penning us in.

I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds; they repair the broken skin.