Somewhere along the line I'd lost the will not to eat.

This was what happiness felt like - this wondrous, miraculous alternative to dread.

It was not a big smile, not particularly bold or polite or ironic or glib, not asking for anything or offering anything, not stringy or careless, not, in short, like any smile I had ever experienced before. But such a smile! You could burn a hole in the world with that smile.

The average attention span of the modern human being is about half as long as whatever youre trying to tell them.

Fate isn't some middle-aged man with a squint who won't recognize you if you change your clothes.

I can't even trust my own imaginary dog. How much lower can a person get?

I've noticed that the magic getting along with someone isn't really magic. If you break it down, you can see how it happens. You say something a bit off-center and see if they react. If they get it, they push it a bit further. Then it's your turn again. And theirs. And so on, until it's banter. Once it's banter, it's friendship.