Tranq'd by your own gun,"Lev says."How pathetic.

does a sick society get so used to its illness that it can't remember being well? what if the memory is too dangerous for the people who like things the way they are?

The kiss was the definition of perfect. True, it lacked the heat, the passion, the breathlessness of the living-world kiss she had given Milos, but this had something greater. More than a flash of fire, it had an unbreakable, perhaps eternal bond of connection. Mikey had transformed back into himself by the end of the kiss, and the moment their lips parted he knew, as he should have known long, long ago, that no one - not Milos, not another Afterlight, not anyone in any world - could ever come between him and Allie, from now until the day they met their maker.

A family is a collection of strangers trapped in a web of DNA and forced to cope.

...the first sign of civilization is always trash.

My grandmother used to say that twisting paths always cross again," he told her. "And whose paths are more twisted than ours?

This book is so interesting. I always wonder what's going to happen next.