“I felt like a young Tony Montana having come to America, except the only person I wanted to kill was myself.”

“I want to find myself as a person, and I’ve enlisted the help of my clone to aid me in this. It’s like finding Waldo, except I’m only half wearing the red and white sweater, because I’m only half-finished knitting it.”

“At times it felt like I was killing myself. And yet the only thing I could recall at that moment was how much fun it had been, and how wonderful it was to do this for a living.”

“Am I a good person? Deep down, do I even really want to be a good person, or do I only want to seem like a good person so that people (including myself) will approve of me? Is there a difference? How do I ever actually know whether I'm bullshitting myself, morally speaking?”

“Killing myself was a matter of such indifference to me that I felt like waiting for a moment when it would make some difference.”

“Okay, okay, we get it. You two really like each other,” Egan says. He nudges Keller aside. “It’s my turn. I think I have a date up there somewhere.” Bit Toni doesn’t appear at the top of the stairs. “Toni?” I say. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Egan adds. “She’s, uh…I’ll go get her.” I don’t want to reveal how nervous Toni is. That will put too much importance on this date, on Egan. “Nah, I’ll go get her.” Egan bounds up the stairs.”