“I mean, we all have secrets we keep from each other. We all think things…and no one knows about it.” “Shanna, I know about the vibrator.”

“Jesus Christ. What does it take to kill that thing?” As if taking that as her cue, the girl stabbed the dagger into the center head’s left eye and shoved it in with her open palm. “It takes that,” the girl said, handing the dagger back to Shanna.”

“I’m not sure about this.” “What? Your Buffy complex isn’t holding up?” Jordan chuckled. “Well, there is that.”

“You really don’t like your father, do you?” He glowered. “Let’s just say he would have eaten me if my mother hadn’t been nearly dead from giving birth. She happened to be weaker at the time.”

“We are all feeding from each other, all the time, every day.”

“Hand, nobody told me about the weight. Why didn't our parents tell us about the weight?—What weight?—The fucking weight, Hand. How does the woman Ingres live? The one from Marrakesh? If we're vessels, and we are, then we, you and I, are overfull, and that means she's at the bottom of a deep cold lake. How can she stand the hissing of all that water?—We are not vessels; we are missiles.—We're static and we're empty. We are overfull and leaden.—We are airtight and we are missiles and all-powerful.”

“The one big surprise is that as it turns out, God is the sun. It makes sense, if you think about it. Why we didn't see it sooner I cannot say. Every day the sun was right there burning, our and other planets hovering around it, always apologizing and we didn't think it was God. Why would there be a God and also a sun? Of course God is the sun.Everyone in the life before was cranky, I think, because they just wanted to know.”