I'm going to be here until I'm cured?" "Life is not cured, Mr. Gilner. Life is managed".

I had fooled myself into thinking that I was something important to the rest of the world.

I found myself jealous of the people who wrote the books. They were dead and they were still taking up my time. Who did they think they were?

My brain was all right back then; it didn't get stuck in ruts.

I think you run out of 'I love yous

She doesn't want to end up like me. At least I'm giving someone an example not to follow.

We look into each other's eyes as we shake. His are still full of death and horror, but in them I see my face reflected, and inside my tiny eyes inside his, I think I see some hope.