Maybe that was the price of loving someone: You lost your grasp of where they ended and you began.

There was a species of middle pretty who smiled at everything: happy smile, disappointed smile, you're-in-trouble smile.

And you know, these things don't last forever.' I know, Mandy. Nothing does.' That's the spirit.

Around the outskirts of the city, cut off from town by the black oval of the river, everything was in darkness. Everyone ugly was in bed by now.

Their reasons don't mean anything unless I have a choice.

What did a happy ending even mean in real life, anyway? In stories you simply said, 'They lived happily ever after,' and that was it. But in real life people had to keep on living, day after day, year after year.

you just took on five million years of evolution again