“Nothing had changed. Nothing.”

“I had risked everything, and I had nothing to show for it but my open hand, lying empty and palm up toward the ceiling.”

“It felt wrong to be so proud of something that I had absolutely nothing to do with, but I couldn't help myself.”

“There is nothing special about the mare, nothing at all. A fine enough head, good enough bone. As a pony, she is a beauty. As a capall uisce, she is nothing. The girl too, is nothing special - slight, with a ginger ponytail. She looks less afraid than her mare, but she's in more danger.”

“Rilke said: This is what Fate means: to be opposite, to be opposite to every thing and nothing else but opposite and always opposite.”

“Lunch." I said. "Immediately. I'm going to wither away to absolutely nothing. Then you'll be racked with guilt." "I doubt it.”

“Everything mattered and nothing did, and I was tired of trying to find out how both of those things were true. I was an itch that I'd scratched so hard I was bleeding. I had set out to do the impossible, whatever the impossible might be, only to find out that it was living with myself. Suicide became an expiration date, the day after which I no longer had to try.”