“He stared at me with bitter understanding.We both knew there was no room in this for friendship. Nothing left but childhood history.”

“i didn't need a timequake to teach me being alive was a crock of shit. i already knew that from my childhood and crucifixes and history books.”

“Blank-slate friendships were thin and temperamental. She knew that. There was no history there to cement people together, for better or worse.”

“Nothing is more foreign than the world of one's childhood when one has truly left it.”

“And there it was. He knew it, and I knew it. There was nothing left for me to do. Do you know how hard it is to say nothing ? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite? I just tried to be, tried to absorb the man I loved through osmosis, tried to imprint what I had left of him on myself. I did not speak...”

“Human life without knowledge of history is nothing other than a perpetual childhood, nay, a permanent obscurity and darkness. -Philip Melanchthon”