But some people have to get lucky just to live. And I never knew I could make anybody lucky.

deep down I believe my year was a special year: it produced me.

The Shift hasn't happened yet, maybe it never will, but sometimes-just enough times to give me hope-my brain jars back into where it's supposed to be.

I want to live but I want to die. What do I do?

That's the number one thing I hear about humans. You have all these choices, so you're confused all the time, and you think so much that you're never happy.

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.

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