“Not the kind of unconsciousness that torments the dead, but the kind that kills the living.”
“Enemies will kill you with a knife in the back. Friends will kill you with kindness. Either way you're dead.”
“So am I dead? How many kinds of living and dead and living dead and dead living had I been in just these few months, these few days, after the stasis of plain old human living and dying? I deserved some kind of existential medal.”
“Kindness! I think that it is possibleto kill with kindness....”
“He was a seer of visions and a dreamer of dreams, unconsciously charming and unfailingly kind.”
“I’m cancer, Luce. And not the kind that you can kill off with radiation. The kind that kills you in the end.”