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"As in the rest of the house, there were drains in every corner."

"I stretch my arm further under the bed. I pat around and then retract my hand in horror. I touch, my hand touches, another hand, a hand under the bed."

"Zurinaga had accumulated so many papers, books, case files, pieces of furniture, bibelots, dishes, paintings, rugs, tapestries, folding screens, and especially memories in that residence that to change locations would have been for him like changing his life and accepting, even hastening, his death. To demolish the house would be to demolish his entire existence."

Already in love with the story. Perfect for spooky season and I'm feeling extra tense reading this at night.

"The thought that he had baptized a changeling so preyed on his mind that he took to walking in his sleep, stumbled into a beehive, and was stung to death."

"When the baby was lifted from the cradle, he began to whimper. When he felt the rain on his face, he began to bellow."

"The vast room was stained and tainted by blood, blood glistening on the infinite expanse of floor, blood splashed in great bright swaths across the walls. The windows above the open doors were washed in it, so that all the light was livid pink."

"'Well,' he said, and gave a short embarrassed laugh. 'It seems I am an emotional creature.'"

"A man is a whole thing or he is nothing."

"Nothing destroyed me, and nothing is over."

"Things simply happened to me, and I didn't matter enough to anyone or any scheme for them to build into a destiny."

"Another thing she knew was that winning would not restore broken bodies and minds. And the South would reject the lesson. A man who loses his legs for a cause won't hear it wasn't worth fighting for. Northerners had no monopoly on righteousness either—though it would become easy for them to think so."

"So you, Hector, are father and mother and brother to me, as well as my beloved husband. Have pity on me now; stay here on the tower; and do not make your boy an orphan and your wife a widow."

What did I just read? I don't even know.

"Bees, yes, lovely bees of transparency and virtue, humming and swirling in a sea of information."

"...the delights of the moment can lead to drastic errors."

"While the corpulent basin of your soul glides on a fleshy aquarium of information—a brain, a gray chrysanthemum, three-quarters water, a fatty system of axons and dendrites firing together, an encephalous maze of clouded, myelin-sheathed impulses—I possess no such marvelous organ."

”Because I am a cloud, I fail to understand the desires of these oddball bioforms and above all, their hypochondria and naval-gazing obsessions.”

"Did this mode of navigation yield bliss for the beluga whale—this fatty, waxy melon of bioacoustic echolocation?”

"Ingloriously, I endure as a cloud of nothingness, a slice of a twinkling fabrication—more of a disambiguated mystery than the nine-muse junta, those mavens of minimization."

"In a glade of luminous green bamboo, a millennial gardener named Yang methodically readies himself for a journey in search of the supreme happiness, a quest in a cloudy maze of transparencies dwindling in the last days of a dying empire..."

"My brother, Joe, used to be so cool, then he had two kids and now he's a loser."

First Line: "Viva wants her boobs back."

"The garden at night is for spirits and jinn."

"I worked at home for The Wall, a data storage company, ..."

"My body is exhausted, but my mind is working overtime, remembering and plotting and second-guessing. I am more haunted by her actions than she is."

"The last two times, at least she shed a tear."

"You were more concerned that slavery should be a moral stain upon white men than by the actual damage it wreaks on black men."