“Even as I think them, the words lose their context, dissolve into grains of absurdity in the vast ocean of day-to-day hunger.”

“Im alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood.”

“You can order yourself to treasure a moment, to cling tight to a feeling and never let it fade, but its your brain, that three-pound lump of hamburger, that makes the final call.”

“Some part of me remembers what snow is, but this is the first time my new mind has seen it. It softens the crumbled sidewalks and turns rusty rooftops white. Its beautiful. It crunches under my fee...”

“My mind has cleared a little; Ive regained some instincts and associations, echoes of the Living world if not actual memories. Those I still have to steal.”

“Maybe eventually winter will finish our job for us and end the world in ice instead of blood.”

“For every inch of skin, there is memory. Devils are so made. Saints, too, if you believe in them. His humanity has been broken as an old walking stick that once held up a crippled man named Thomas....”

“It frightens me that I can't do anything sensible about it.""Are you scared that you'll wind up with a boring job where you have to see the same people every day and drink instant coffee?""I'm more...”

“She'd be dead before the memories and pain were finally gone; she knew it, accepted it, and dealt with it.”