Wait. You think I'm going to die? That's why you slept with me?

My mother wasnʹt sleeping with anybody. She doesnʹt even sleep with my father.

You aren't afraid of throwing yourself in the path of danger, but you're terrified of letting anyone in.

Even now, despite Angeline's watchfulness, she'd occasionally oscillate between random topics, like how shepherd's pie wasn't a pie at all and why it was pointless for her to take class in typing when technology would eventually develop robot companions to do it for us.

All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you can't trust your own mind what can you trust?

How do you say goodbye to someone who isn't exactly gone.

I couldn't stop staring at the cave, back where Dimitri was, back where half of my soul was.