History is written by the victors--and when there is no victors, it all winds up in the corporate shredders.

With hardly any effort at all, she made me feel special. Just like all the other people she toyed with.

Well...you're a martyr and I'm a patron saint-I can't think of anyone better!

I was asking if unwinding kills you, or if it leaves you alive somehow. C'mon—it's not like we haven't thought about it." (...) What do you think, Connor?" asks Hayden. "What hap­pens to your soul when you get unwound?" Who says I even got one?" For the sake of argument, let's say you do." Who says I want an argument?

You never realize the holes a person leaves behind until you fall into them.

Beautiful is dangerous.

His life has been like a ballpark, hasn't it? All lines, structure, and rules, never changing. But now he's been hit over the wall into unknown territory.