“What I caught that winter was a memory of a purpose.”

“Repeat after me, Mr. Black: I do believe in commas. I do, I do.”

“Being crazy about someone isn't nice or passionate or deeply moving; it is, surprisingly enough, crazy.”

“The Kiril Islands had changed hands more times than a good coin in a whorehouse.”

“You can't murder a book. Even I know that. But you know what you can do with a book, what you can do is burn it, or throw it out a window, or draw, mm, big hairy moustaches on all the ancient illustrations, and blacken the teeth of the women and children, and-- Oh God, don't. It's like talking about drowning babies. You are a terrible person.”

“People are always looking into the dark. We're afraid of what we might see. It might be the dark outside, it might be the dark of our own souls, but I figure it's better to get caught looking that to never know.”

“I do not know what you are supposed to do with memories likes these. It feels wrong to want to forget. Perhaps this is why we write these things down, so we can move on.”