You can't help what you feel, but you can help how you behave

What else can I do? Once you've gone this far you aren't fit for anything else. Something happens to your mind. You're overqualified, overspecialized, and everybody knows it. Nobody in any other game would be crazy enough to hire me. I wouldn't even make a good ditch-digger, I'd start tearing apart the sewer-system, trying to pick-axe and unearth all those chthonic symbols - pipes, valves, cloacal conduits... No, no. I'll have to be a slave in the paper-mines for all time.

There is never only one, of anyone

I planned my death carefully, unlike my life, which meandered along from one thing to another, despite my feeble attempts to control it.

Pink is supposed to weaken your enemies, make them go soft on you, which must be why it's used for baby girls. It's a wonder the military hasn't got on to this.

Oppression involves a failure of the imagination: the failure to imagine the full humanity of other human beings.

It made him feel invisible—not that he wanted to feel anything else.