…She kissed me on my thin lips and all my words were pushed back into my mouth. “I don’t want to die, ” she whispered, “but I need to lose the shackles of this multitude of hearts.

Accidents ambush the unsuspecting, often violently, just like love.

Heaven is an idea constructed by man to help him cope with the fact that life on earth is both brutally short and, paradoxically, far too long.

Love is as strong as death, as hard as hell.

Everything burns if the flame is hot enough. The world is nothing but a crucible.

There I lay, wearing dead people as armor against death.

As Blake wrote in The Marriage of Heaven and Hell: “You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

She says the problem with most Christians is that they show up once a week to pray that God's will be done- and when it is, they complain.

What is it like to wear another person’s skin?”“I don’t have a good answer for that, ” I said. “It hurts.”“Can you remember their stories? Can you feel the love that they felt?

Talking with the mouth of a beast won't ease your pain.

I am more than my scars.

The first thing fading is your beautythe least trustworthy is your minddown here on this earthnothing's of any worth—in the end

You have to give up! you have to give up!You have to realize that someday you will die, Until you know that, you are useless!

Almost as soon as it was lit it began to sound as though it were running down, but in fact it would continue to run down for a long time. He knew the feeling.

What the theologian shrinks from, the poet grasps intuitively.

One of the most important lessons we can glean from the environmental movement is to 'think globally and act locally.'

I chose surgery because I thought that perhaps this would make me more like the kind of person I wanted to be.

Rarely has reality needed so much to be imagined.

I'm not suffering from some division of personality.

If I was a little bit younger I would worry more. I'd want to do one thing at a time but now I try to do a bunch of different things at a time if I can.

All the speed he took, all the turns he'd taken and the corners he'd cut in Night City, and still he'd see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void.