They didn’t get me, I should have said. They saved me.

In my dream I know I am falling. But there is no up or down, no walls or sides or ceilings, just the sensation of cold and darkness everywhere. I am so scared I could scream. But when I open my mouth, nothing happens. And I wonder if you fall forever and never touch down, is it really still falling? I think I will fall forever.

You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist

We leave Pippa behind, standing in the dark, teeming bowels of the camp, while the sun begins to stain the sky electric, and from all sides the guns draw closer.

That's the way I feel, at least: like there's a real me and a reflection of me, and I have no way of telling which is which.

We should be protected from the people who will leave us in the end, from all the people who will disappear or forget us.

Things That Don't Matter When You've Lived the Same Day Six Times and Died on at Least Two of Them: Lunch meats and their relative coolness.