Writing a novel is a lot like directing a movie because you are creating a world and a tone, you are creating a large canvas and all the details.

If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out.

So, I looked up, and we were in this giant dome like a glass snowball, and Mark said that the amazing white stars were really only holes in the black glass of the dome, and when you went to heaven, the glass broke away, and there was nothing but a whole sheet of star white, which is brighter than anything but doesn't hurt your eyes. It was vast and open and thinly quiet, and I felt so small.

The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better.

I've never understood the need people have to dictate morality to other people. I really don't know what it is. I don't know if it's fear or the belief that they know the only right way. Or maybe they see a lot of social ills and social decline, and they really think they have the elixir for it.

There are rules you follow here not because you want to, but because you have to.

I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for thousands of years. Or just not exist.