…how monstrous the people you loved could be.

I'm not afraid of total failure. In the end, we're all just food for worms, so what are we so worried about?

It was what accidental deaths did to people, made everybody's sea floor irregular and uneven, causing tidal currents to collide, surge upward, thereby resulting in small yet volatile eddies churning at everybody's surface. (In the more dangerous cases, it created a lasting whirlpool in which the strongest swimmers could drown.)

I was aware now, as ever, that between all people there were First Times You See Them and Last Times you See Them.

Like that lightning that comes out of the blue when there's not even a storm going on, just a crazy crack in the sky. With something like that right in front of you, you can't help but feel there's new possibilities out there.

People don’t realize how easy life is to change. You just get on the bus.

Sovereign. Deadly. Perfect.