“This is the language of the world before - a world of chaos and confusion and happiness and despair - before the blitz turned streets to grids, cities to prisons, and hearts to dust.”

“Thisis the language of the world before—a world of chaos and confusion and happiness and despair—beforethe blitz turned streets to grids, cities to prisons, and hearts to dust.”

“I've never really thought about it before, but it's a miracle how many kinds of light there are in the world, how many skies: the pale brightness of spring, when it feels like the hole world's blushing; the lush, bright boldness of a July noon; purple storm skies and a green queasiness just before lightning strikes and crazy multicolored sunsets that look like someone's acid trip.”

“Love will turn the whole world into something greater than itself.”

“‎"...love will turn the whole world into something greater than itself.”

“I wonder idly how long i can go without sleep before I flip my shit and start running down the street in my underwear, hallicinating purple spiders.”

“In a world without love, this is what people are to each other: values, benefits, and liabilities, numbers and data. We weigh, we quantify, we measure, and the soul is ground to dust.”