“What matters right now is this: we're each of us standing here, together, alive, together.”

“We're the ones who arent normal. People are supposed to be like that: obedient, calm, working together. It's us-who can't focus, who can't work together, who can't do the Feeder or Shipper jobs-we're the ones who aren't normal. We're the ones who have to take the mental meds just so we don't go loons.”

“If we don't have that, what do we have to live for? Does it matter if it's a lie if it keeps us alive?”

“For the past three months, the walls of Goodspeed forced us close together. Now I´m wondering if they were the only things that kept Amy near me.”

“That is what a book is: a million little things, a thousand feelings, hundreds of experiences, all melted together and sculpted into a book-shaped vessel.”

“Im here and he’s not. That I’m alive and he’s…”

“I stare at the stars... And even though there are so many and they look so close together, I know they are light years apart. The glitter in the sky looks as if I could scoop it all up in my hands and let the stars swirl and touch one another, but they are so distant, so very far apart, that they cannot feel the warmth of each other, even though they are made of burning.This is the secret of the stars, I tell myself. In the end, we are alone. No matter how close you seem, no one else can touch you.”