I laughed when I read about being born with two hearts, one of which is devoted only to destroying humanity.

How do we know that our life really happened and that we are not simply accumulating details, making it all up as we go along?

She goes where she pleases. She appears unhoped for, uncalled for. She moves through doors and walls and windows. Her thoughts move through minds. She enters dreams. She vanishes and is still there. She knows the future and sees through flesh. She is not afraid of anything.

I laughed when I read about being born with two hearts, one of which is devoted only to destroying humanity.

You don't know where you are or where your dreams end and the world begins.

Girls are always saying things like, “I’m so unhappy that I’m going to overdose on aspirin,” but they’d be awfully surprised if they succeeded. They have no intention of dying. At the first sight of blood, they panic.

I can’t imagine what it would be like to have sex with a man. To be so intimate with another person. Not to hide anything. I don’t know if I could do that. It would have to be a boy anyway, not a grown man, someone as scared as me.