But those are just words, and words are just stories, and eventually, always, stories come to an end.

[S]he'd realized that he had loved her only because she belonged to him.

I guess it's the same way trees grow around the very vines that are killing them, so they're strangled and sustained all at once. After a long time, even pain can be a comfort.

I learned to swallow words back, hold secrets on my tongue until they dissolved like soap bubbles.

I guess we all have some of these - memories like artillery shells, fired at close range.

This was progress. This was modernity: you could cover over the past completely. You could bury the old under a relentless surface of new, stretched from corner to corner.

Stop your idiocy, Sandra, please. For once in your death.

You make mistakes, mistakes don't make you

When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance.

Healing hurt.

Devices are getting smarter - your television, your car - and that means more data spread around. There needs to be a fabric that connects all these devices. That's what we do.

Yoga gave me the ability to calm down.

For starters, Portland isn't a great city to live in if you're a young, African American male with a lot of money.

It's nice to have a debate in a swing state.

So the blind will lead the blind, and the deaf shout warnings to one another until their voices are lost.

With materialization in play you have magic in your fingers and you become the wizard.

THERE'S NO JUSTICE, said Mort. JUST US.