“...our familiar features rinsed in weird adulthood.”
“She yanked my plate away and took it to the sink. She rinsed some bones that looked like pork shoulder, which was weird since we'd had chicken tonight.”
“After all, history is a type of fantasy. For all the primary source research, in the end, the past world the historian builds is as weird and remote from our own as Middle Earth or Narnia, yet oddly familiar.”
“We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.”
“Move, hunt, kill. Like lather, rinse, and repeat.”
“Beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.”