“I don't know what it says about me that I have a greater affinity with the damaged. Probably nothing good.”

“The window shades have all been removed. Nighttime is now free to encroach.”

“My last refuge, my books: simple pleasures, like finding wild onions by the side of a road, or requited love.”

“We covered this around Year Three, Bill: that you're the Master of Space and Time and I'm a spastic Pomeranian.”

“You ever think about this? Every year you live, you pass the anniversary of your death. Now you don't know what day it is, of course.”

“I have spent my life waiting for something to happen,’ she said. ‘And I have come to understand that nothing will. Or it already has, and I blinked during that moment and it's gone. I don't know which is worse — to have missed it or to know there is nothing to miss.”

“Why does anyone lie? 'Cause we're scared or crazy, maybe just because we're mean. I guess there's a million reason to lie, and I might've told that many...but none like that. I guess there's always that one lie we never get over.What?Oh, maybe you don't know about it yet. Maybe you never tell a lie so big it can eat away a part of you. But if you ever do...and if you get lucky...you might a chance to set it right. Just one chance to change it. Then it's gone. And it never comes back again.”