“Geography and mileage mean nothing. Separate is a single word that covers all distances that aren't together.”

“Books are cool, but knowledge without mileage doesn't mean anything to me.”

“The walls are covered -crammed- with writing. No. Not writing. They are covered with a single four-letter word that has been inscribed over and over, on every available surface. Love.”

“In the silence, nothing was fragmented. There were no separate strands to gather together, to fumble, to complete for attention. In the silence, all of that fell away, and there was only what was here, and what was to be done.”

“The word ‘color’ means at its origin to ‘cover’ or ‘hide.’ Matter eats up light and ‘covers’ it with a confusion of color.”

“Her hair came undone and rose off her shoulders, quivering as if from a breeze. Static kept snapping through the strands, and Jasmira’s eyes turned completely white. Her arms were covered in spiraled script. It crawled and twisted on her skin. The text shone burgundy. Single letters kept separating and slowly flaking off. They resembled tiny red fire sparks, burning brightly, and then disappearing all together.”