If you ever write a book, I can only give you one piece of advice. Don't let your parents get involved.

There was also a rumor that later in the day, she walked fully clothed into the Amper River and said something very strange. Something about a kiss. Something about a Saumensch. How many times did she have to say goodbye?

It brewed in her as she eyed the pages full to the brims of their bellies with paragraphs and words. You bastards, she thought. You lovely bastards. Don’t make me happy. Please, don’t fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this.

It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way.

My voice is like a rumour. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true.

Humans have a talent for escalation. -Death

You can do anything when it's not real. When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the ground.