It's easy to be brave when they're not my fears.

That execution will take place here." She runs her fingertips over the table beneath her. "On this table. I thought it would be interesting to show you." "I knew what would happen when I came here," I say. "It's just a table. And I'd like to go back to my room now.

Leave her out of this" "Why? Because you're doing her? Oh wait, I forgot. Stiffs don't do that sort of thing

I know that change is difficult, and comes slowly, and that it is the work of many days strung together in a long line until the origin of them is forgotten.

That our world is so massive that it is completely out of our control, that we cannot possibly be as large as we feel.

I understand why she did all those things, but that doesn't mean we aren't still broken.

Grabbing hold of facts in the midst of shock is very Erudite of him.