“I couldn't fault her for believing, because I had to imagine i was nice to have that illusion still intact.”

“Sometimes i still think about when we used to fight and I feel really bad because if I'd known what was going to happen to her, I would have tried to be nice to her every day. I say 'try' because it's quite hard to be nice to someone every day. Even my mum gets on my nerves sometimes but I'm always nice to her because I know she's still sad, and because I'm all she has left.”

“She was evil. Couldn't he, who killed demons with his own hands, realize that? And now I had to run for Mardi Gras Queen because of him. Or her. I didn't know whose fault it was but there was no way I could back down now.”

“I knew I couldn't be imagining it, because it wasn't exactly a good feeling, and if I'd imagined touching Cam, if would have felt good.”

“Still it might be nice, once in a while, not to have to choose between evils. Just once, couldn't I choose the lesser good?”

“People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn't bear the thought of their loved ones not existing, and couldn't even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.”