“I try to shake it loose-but these ideas, they cling. It's like I'm shackled to them with an iron chain. They rattle along behind me, dragging against the ground, always reminding me of their presence.”
“Lead the ideas of your time and they will accompany and support you; fall behind them and they drag you along with them; oppose them and they will overwhelm you.”
“When the doors closed behind me I felt like a bird had got inside my chest and was beating its wings trying to get loose, and it wasn't leaving much room for me to breathe.”
“I knew books could see people around them, they ground their tiny teeth, tried to rattle like windows, stories to tell.”
“If I can’t get a permit to carry a gun, then I’ll drag it along behind me. Do you need a permit for that too?”
“For everything that reminds me of who I am, there's always something reminding me of who I'm not.”