“Lee followed, more relaxed to be led into the now familiar beauty of candlelight and the soft music of a banquet in that shrine to the dead.”

“Snortissimus dorsi.”

“I would learn the varying temperature of erratic desire, the caloric output of longing, and the previously undefined and eventually unbearable weight of first love.”

“Already, what would become my tribe had begun to die off.”

“Conscience is no more than the dead speaking to us.”

“Music, to me, is the most beautiful form, and I love film because film is very related to music. It moves by you in its own rhythm. It's not like reading a book or looking at a painting. It gives you its own time frame, like music, so they are very connected for me. But music to me is the biggest inspiration. When I get depressed, or anything, I go "think of all the music I haven't even heard yet!" So, it's the one thing. Imagine the world without music. Man, just hand me a gun, will you?”

“Uh, the Council," I said. "Big shock, they aren't helping."Murphy looked like she might be asleep, but she snorted. "So we're on our own."Yeah."Good. It's more familiar.”