Why should I be sad? Everyone has to die. If you have a body, it’s too late to cry. It’s only funerals I can’t stand.

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...

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

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

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

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.

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?

.. the truth is what you can’t see but are certain of anyway.

I’m so unhappy that I’m going to overdose on aspirin,” but they’d be awfully surprised if they succeeded. They have no intention of dying. At the first sight of blood, they panic.