“Soft, pretty things don't belong in a dead zone.”
“Oxford is very pretty, but I don't like to be dead.”
“Some things you can never leave behind. They don't belong to the past. They belong to you.”
“But you don't belong here! You're dead!" I sobbed against his chest."Zo, babe, this is the Otherworld. It's not me who doesn't belong here-it's you.”
“It's good to be out of your comfort zone. Just don't step out of your gift zone.”
“There is a temperate zone in the mind, between luxurious indolence and exacting work; and it is to this region, just between laziness and labor, that summer reading belongs. ”