“This isn’t a good idea. This isn’t right.”....“There’s all kinds of right,” he murmured. “On the spectrum, we’re still in the safe zone.”

“I shook my head. “I don’t think so. This isn’t a good idea. This isn’t right.”“There’s all kinds of right,” he murmured. “On the spectrum, we’re still in the safe zone.” ...“Definitely right. Usually right,” Patch continued. “Mostly right. Maybe right.”

“Are you all right?” It’s a stupid question because there’s not much I can do for him if he isn’t all right, but it just tumbles out. He snorts. “Aside from being beaned with a rock, I’ll live.”

“Safe? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good.”

“Who is good and who is bad? Life isn’t black and white, Javier. You and I, we’re just trying to live in all the grey. Isn’t that what you’ve done? Isn’t that what you want? To live?”

“Isn’t it ironic, Richard Parker? We’re in hell yet still we’re afraid of immortality”