“Don't you remember anything?! There is no 'devil.' There is no 'hell.' There is only Unrest. There is no down, only sideways; the transparent beside the opaque, and a thin wall to separate them.”
“My memories of them had rubbed thin with overuse, worn to frail color transparencies flickering on the walls of my mind”
“...kids marked by the special thinness that one has only once, the transparent thinness of early maturity, when, without knowing it, you are immortal. And completely permeable. When you can walk indifferently down the street with a lover because you have become that lover. Two small people without dislike of suspicion.”
“It’s pretty thin, the wall separating healthy confidence and unhealthy Pride.”
“The people on the edge of Hell were most afraid of the devil; for those already in hell the devil was only another and no one in particular.”
“A mother-in-law dies only when another devil is needed in hell.”