Why should I be sad? Everyone has to die. If you have a body, it's too late to cry. It's only funerals I can't stand.

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.

You have to trust someone before you can have rituals with them.

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.

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?

I love that moment, when you stop struggling to stay awake and your eyelids shut sink down and you slip effortlessly into another realm that’s beckoning to you.