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Pg. 118 “But he has to get out of here before the emptiness gets to him, before he starts seeing all the spaces that shouldn't be empty.”

Pg. 115 “Now it makes Mark laugh, and he thinks that even if he never goes back to the way he used to be, he might still be all right.”

Pg. 115 “He might never stop missing William, but these moments of being acosted by missing him are happening further and further apart. He has no idea if this is normal.”

Pg. 115 “He thinks of Eddie's hand on his in the locker room, remembers the look in his eye, and it's like he's caught an English phrase in a foreign bazaar, a bar from a half-forgotten song, and he lets himself remember what it is to want.”

Pg. 12 “Death had borne her out of the quiet servitude of girls and into trade deals, warehouses, a web of connections and strength.”

Pg. 10 “She was only a wealthy wraith of a woman, unmarked, respected only in the way that small boys respected the monsters lurking beneath their beds at night.”

Pp 102

“Power is God, God is nature, nature is power, and the power is in him.

His power is ever increasing.”

Page 94 in talking about the soul… wow

“If fate doesn't actually exist, it ought to.” Pp66

“The value of any experience isn't in its positive or negative effect on his life but in the sheer luminous power of it, the vividness, the ferocity, the amount and degree of pure sensation that it provides. Intensity.” Pp64

“…likewise, he could taste the yellowness of butter-cups, the blue of hyacinths. He could taste the bee that had crawled across the blossom on its eternal buzzing task of pollination, the soil out of which the flower had grown, and the wind that had caressed it through the summer of its growing.” 2/2

“Anyone can smell a rose and enjoy the scent. But he has long been training himself to feel the destruction of its beauty when he crushes the flower in his fist. If he were to have a rose now, and if he were to chew the petals, he would be able to taste not merely the rose itself but the redness of it;…” 1/2

“…on a particularly difficult night when she was twelve, she had decided that instinct was, in fact, the quiet voice of God. Prayers did receive replies, but you had to listen closely and believe in the answer. At twelve, she wrote in her diary: "God doesn't shout; He whispers, and in the whis per is the way."

“…I've always believed it's important to accept the people in your life for what they are. There's no such thing as a perfect friend, any more than there's any such thing as a perfect any-thing, and if you slag everyone in your life for their many and varied failings, you're going to miss appreciating the good stuff they bring to the table.”

2/2 He's not you, though, and you're not the guy who went to sleep the night before. You've only existed since this morning, and you will cease to exist when you close your eyes tonight. Ask yourself—would it make any practical difference in your life? Is there any way that you could even tell?”

“Here’s a thought experiment for you: Imagine you found out that when you go to sleep at night, you don't just go to sleep. You die. You die, and someone else wakes up in your place the next morning. He's got all your memories. He's got all your hopes and dreams and fears and wishes. He thinks he's you, and all your friends and loved ones do too. 1/2