“In a city this size, every year, hundreds of husbands walk away. Kids leave home. Wives escape. People disappear.”

“Angel says that rich people don't like to tolerate much. Money gives you permission to just walk away from everything that isn't pretty and perfect. You can't put up with anything less than lovely. You spend your life running, avoiding, escaping.”

“It is a hundred-year-old witch book, bound in human skin and probably written in ancient cum...YOU lick it!”

“Imagine immortality, where even a marriage of fifty years would feel like a one-night stand. Imagine seeing trends and fashions blur past you. Imagine the world more crowded and desperate every century. Imagine changing religions, homes, diets, careers, until none of them have any real value.Imagine traveling the world until you're bored with every square inch. Imagine your emotions, your loves and hates and rivalries and victories, played out again and again until life is nothing more than a melo-dramatic soap opera. Until you regard the birth and death of other people with no more emotion than the wilted cut flowers you throw away.”

“Do you realize that anything you can do in your lifetime will be meaningless a hundred years from now?" she says.”

“No matter how bad things get, you can still walk away.”

“Kids grow up connected to nothing these days, plugged in and living lives boosted to them from other people.”