“...what could be more vexing than to be feted on his birthday when he wants nothing so much as to retreat in solitude to ponder the approach of his own mortality?”
“And he realized... that fragile, mortal life wasn't just important to him. It was more important than his own.”
“Nowhere can man find a quieter or more untroubled retreat than in his own soul.”
“Mental illness is so much more complicated than any pill that any mortal could invent ”
“He was his own leftover, the spat-out scrag. He was what his brain could make nothing of.”
“No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could, nor the bones of his soul, the grey and grisly bones of his soul.”