“Tears sting my eyes once more, building up and rolling over my cheeks with the heat of a dying star. Isnt that what death is? Its forgetting. Its letting go. We make peace with the dead to say good...”

“I dont have to let anyone use me. I dont have to bend the truth. Even if Im not ready to forgive just yet, I dont have to be tied to my scars, to the people who wounded me, or to the anger and fear...”

“Nerve endings. Thats what it all comes down to. Billions of rooted synapses, like trees entwined in erratic soil. Lightning strikes every millionth of a second, the charges scattering across the ga...”

“But when youre a kid, it isnt chaos. Its just a heartbeat. Your house isnt floating through space, it sits on the ground. Once you get old enough you start to see that color is just paint and doors...”

“It was truebut it was harsh. And it feels like maybe a harsh truth can be as hurtful as a lie.”

“I wonder if this is how it feels to grow old. Knowing that time is still passing but youre no longer a part of it.”

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of wi...”

“My dear,Find what you love and let it kill you.Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.Let it kill you and let it devour your remains....”

“If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?”

“The tragedy of power like mine is that there is no way down. There can only be extinction. Dust to dust rags to rags fear to fear. ”

“Poison!" Grover yelped. "Don't let those things touch you or...""Or we'll die?" I guessed."Well...after you shrivel slowly to dust, yes.""Let's avoid the swords," I decided.”

“The seeker after truth should be humbler than the dust. The world crushes the dust under its feet, but the seeker after truth should so humble himself that even the dust could crush him. Only then,...”

“Everything is important. To the smallest insect, even the mouldering tree, the deepest stone in the drift.”

“Now I sense the perfume of flowers like seeing a new thing.I know they smell just as well as I know I existed.Theyre things known from the outside.But now I know with my breathing from the back of ...”

“Existence is a priceless gift and the beauties of nature are the priceless gifts of the existence!”