“In her secret soul, however, she decided that politics were as bad as mathematics, and that the mission of politicians seemed to be calling each other names…”
“politics were as bad as mathematics, and that the mission of politicians seemed to be calling each other names”
“She was completely inside herself, and I realized I'd never seem her that way- unknowable and unknown. Exactly the way I felt. It seemed confirmation we were made for each other, however painfully.”
“Ryssa? How do you know her name was Ryssa? (Tory)Uh…I don’t. I just gave her a name. It seemed more polite than calling her ‘hey, you, ancient chick.’ (Acheron)”
“Mr. Shit gives politicians a good name. It’s the rest of the politicians who give Mr. Shit a bad name.”
“She knows that feeling too. Of believing that each time someone says her name, it’s to tell her that something bad has happened.”