It’s the end. It’s the end of the civilization. We’re going down. No, it’s sure not too attractive. Lenticels. I just hope my kids don’t live to see the last days. The things burning and people living in cellars. Violet. The only thing worse than the thought it may all come tumbling down is the thought that we may go on like this forever.

I feel like it's hard to get into historical novels where you know what the story is far too well.

I looked at her, and she was smiling like she was broken.

We must curb ourfury, and allow sadness to diminish, and speak our stories with coolness and deliberation.

The natural world is so adaptable...So adaptable you wonder what's natural.

At long last, you may no longer distinguish what binds you from what is you.

Then it was this big thing. She was like, 'I never want to see you again', and I was like, 'Fine. Okay? Fine. Then get some special goggles.