You know, addressing my crazy by name doesn’t exactly help me stay sane,” I said. “Nothing can help you stay sane at this point, Mason,” said Becks. “That ship has sailed.

Madness is surprisingly freeing.

He had the same empty confusion in his eyes that I saw in my mirror every morning, that odd sort of denial that only seems to come when the world decides to jump the rails without warning you first.

Remember what I said about the mosquitoes?" "Which part" asked Maggie. "The scary part, the really scary part, the legitimately terrifying part, or the part that makes suicide sound like an awesome way to spend the evening?

Some people live where they work. Others just visit.​

One man's trash is another man's treasure is a third man's raw materials for their planet-buster earthquake machine.

Behold the power of the truth. When people see its shadow on the wall, they don't want to take the time to look away.