“But there was little heart to our lust,only the confusion of not knowinghow long we'd have in our bodies.”

“Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.”

“But truth is stubborn. Our nature, our secret hearts can only hide for so long.”

“Ours is a culture that dances on the edge of ephemerality. If our servers slept for too long or if we left our iPads unplugged for too long, we'd wake up like Rip Van Winkle to find all of our book culture erased.”

“Like our bodies and like our desires, the machines we have devised are possessed of a heart which is slowly reduced to embers.”

“Thank God life ends—we'd never survive it. From Big Bang to weary shag, the history of the world. Our flesh is ferocious...our bodies will kill us...our bones will outlive us.”