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

Looks are deceiving," Risa says. "After all, when I first saw you I thought you looked reasonably intelligent.

How do you judge the brightness of a light when you’re the source? A spotlight can never see the shadows it casts.

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

On a hairpin turn, above the dead forest, on no day in particular, a white Toyota crashed into a black Mercedes, for a moment blending into a blur of gray.

Because if their own parents didn't care enough about them to keep them, who would want them in Heaven?

[...] every time he forces himself to think before acting, it's her voice in his head telling him to slow down. He wants to tell her, but she's always so busy in the medical jet—and you don't just go to somebody and say, "I'm a better person because you're in my head.