This time as we ascend, I watch the world sinking below us. I watch the way the city fades into sand that gets washed by the ocean.

I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.

It taught that there are three versions of things: the one I see in my mind, and the one that carries onto the paper, and then what it ultimately becomes.

I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of sand.

Vaughn is talking about the heat, and his voice is so excited that it breaks into whispers at times. He loves his madness the way a bird loves the sky.

There's a world out there that nobody has bothered to promise her.

She's been conned, ruined, left for dead, and she's not going to forgive any of it. She will soldier on, if only out of spite.

I think he's beginning to understand, and understanding is a horrible thing.

She’s a commodity in a sea of broken girls.

There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.

Home?' I say. It's a word that can mean anywhere and nowhere.

The goal of retirement is to live off your assets-not on them

If we never have headaches through rebuking our children, we shall have plenty of heartaches when they grow up.

War may be the game of kings, but, like the games at ancient Rome, it is generally exhibited to please and pacify the people.

When you ask someone how they are doing, do you really mean it? When you answer someone back how you are doing, are you really telling the truth?

If what was supposed to have been destroyed in Paradise was destructible, then it was not decisive; but if it was indestructible, then we are living in a false belief.

The best argument for anarchism is the twentieth century.

I think schools, as they are now regulated, the hot-beds of vice and folly, and the knowledge of human nature supposedly attained there, merely cunning selfishness.

They got a lot of easy baskets and rebounds. That is what killed us.

But now sustainability is such a political category that it's getting more and more difficult to think about it in a serious way. Sustainability has become an ornament.

I am the god Apostolos. The Harbinger of Telikos. The Final Fate of all. Beloved son of Apollymi the Great Destroyer. My will makes the will of the universe. [Apostolos / Acheron Parthenopaeus]