Craziness was considered funny, like all other things that were in reality frightening and profoundly shameful.

Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth.

I am certain that a Sewing Machine would relieve as much human suffering as a hundred Lunatic Asylums, and possibly a good deal more.

The future of narrative? Built in, part of the human template. Not going away. The future of the codex book, with pages and so forth? A platform for transmitting narratives.

They seemed to be able to choose. We seemed to be able to choose, then. We were a society dying of too much choice.

For the children with their greedy little mouths represent the future, which like time itself will devour all now alive.

I want to be held and told my name. I want to be valued, in ways that I am not; I want to be more than valuable. I repeat my former name; remind myself of what I once could do, how others saw me. I want to steal something.