A working brain is probably a lot like a map, where anybody can get from one place to another on the freeways. It's the nonworking brains that get blocked, that have dead ends, that are under construction like mine.

I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

They've spent alot of money on me. I'm ashamed.

I've started to think it must just be chemistry, in which case we're looking for the Shift and we haven't found it yet.

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

It’s a huge thing, this Shift, just as big as I imagined. My brain doesn’t want to think anymore; all of a sudden it wants to do.

You shouldn't be able to be alive and you are. You want to trade?