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

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

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 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.

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.

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?

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