Sometimes, if I really strain my brain, I can even do multiplication.

Sam, that's a great concept. And maybe you believe it. But I'm black and I'm a lesbian, so let me tell you: From what I know? Personal experience? There are always lines.

It was a sphincter at the top of a black bowl. A fitting commentary on the FAYZ, Diana thought. A giant sphincter.

So many things I'm not, and so few things I am.

Numbers still gave Astrid pleasure. That was the great thing about numbers: it required no faith to believe that two plus two equaled four. And math never, ever condemned you for your thoughts and desires.

But if all they did was kill time, time would end up killing them.

No, I love watching autopsies of disgusting mutant monsters