If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions—you'd be doomed. You'd be ruined as God. You'd be a stone. You'd never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You'd never love anyone, ever again. You'd never dare to.

Sooner or later, I hate to break it to you, you're gonna die, so how do you fill in the space between here and there? It's yours. Seize your space.

I am not my childhood,' Snowman says out loud.

Stupidity is the same as evil if you judge by the results.

My brother and I were both good at science, and we were both good at English literature. Either one of us could have gone either way.

The objects I chose were designed to hold something, but I didn't fill them up. They remained empty. They were little symbolic shrines to thirst.

There is so much going on all over the world that it's impossible for one person to keep up. And I can't.