“How easy it was to slip through the cracks alongside him. To fall in the very same trap I had committed to free him from.”

“My world had become his, or his mine; it was hard to say”

“The moment was surreal. A sometimes-autistic young man with two identities lecturing a room full of zombies on feelings and realities.”

“No, no. Not a genius. This is like what reading is like for you. You look at the squiggles and loops, and the puzzle opens until suddenly nothing means something, something more than the sum of the...”

“Frightened that you'll be overcome by yourself? That a gentle monster inside of you might take over and never let go?”

“What's wrong with me? I lose my footing, in here.' He touched his head. 'When a neuro-typical looses their footing, they yell or escape to the TV, or maybe the doctor throws them on depression meds...”

“I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it feels, in that moment, absolutely right.”

“How easy it was to slip through the cracks alongside him. To fall in the very same trap I had committed to free him from.”

“My world had become his, or his mine; it was hard to say”

“There will be so much more in between. So much uncertainty. I don't know if we'll survive the catacombs, let alone the rest of it. But it doesn't matter. For now, these steps are enough. These firs...”

“I should just build a bleeding house here," I mutter as I pick myself up off the snow-covered ground. "Maybe get a few chickens. Plant a garden.”

“The truth." Dumbledore sighed. "It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.”

“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”

“Never tell the truth to people who are not worthy of it.”