“I imagine it's hard to go back once you've felt the continents in your palm.”

“That feeling of finishedness does not come all at once, and it is not easily won, but I think once you get there it is hard to go back.”

“I brought you a snack," Takumi said, dropping an oatmeal cream pie onto my book."Very nutritious," I smiled."You've got your oats. You've got your meal. You've got your cream. It's a fuckin' food pyramid.”

“I was struck by an awful thought, the kind that cannot be taken back once it escapes into the open air of consciousness; it seemed to me that this was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go to die.”

“His hand reached for her boob over her shirt and pawed at it, his palm still while his fingers moved around. I wondered if that felt good. Didn't seem like it would, but I decided to forgive Isaac on the grounds that he was going blind. The senses must feast while there is yet hunger and whatever."I think he's hurting her boob," I said."Yes, it's difficult to ascertain whether he is trying to arouse her or perform a breast exam.”

“I don't think your missing pieces ever fit inside you again once they go missing.”

“It's so hard to leave-until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world...Leaving feels too good, once you leave.”