I'm alone. And I'm crying. And no one is coming to the crib. And the nightlight has burned out. And I'm mad. I'm so mad. Left frontal lobe. I...I...I don't feel so good. Left occipital lobe. I... don't remember where...Left parietal lobe. I...I...I can't remember my name,but...but...Right temporal...but I'm still here. Right frontal. I'm still here... Right occipital.I'm still...Right parietal. I'm...Cerebellum. I'm...Thalamus. I...Hypothalamus. I...Hippocampus...Medulla.

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

In this world, there is a fine line between enlightenment and brain damage.

Who am I? The sum of your dreams, the thrill you refuse to grasp, the unknown you fear.

Unwinds didn't go out with a bang-they didn't even go out with a whimper. they went out with the silence of a candle flame pinched between two fingers.

I'd rather be partly great than entirely useless.

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