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“I managed to overcome aspiring to appear normal but never really figured out what I should aspire to be. I have a feeling that what I should try to become has nothing to do with my job, though. If I had to guess, I'd bet I should be aspiring to become happy, or a good person, or something. That's probably what enlightened people do” (125).

“She knew this was because real people were both good and bad, all mixed up together, only the screen made everyone into basic silhouettes. The resulting image could appear either way depending on which way you turned it, which details you showed” (146).

"If it helps, I believe everyone is acting in one way or another in this world. We're all afraid to be ourselves. And the saddest part is that fear is unnecessarily genuine” (109).

“It seems crazy not to be able to show our happiness. Such an impoverished word. Others have this right, and they exercise it freely. Sharing their happiness makes them even more happy, makes them expand with joy. But we're left stunted, compromised, by the burden of having to always lie and censor ourselves” (77).

i just felt my heart shatter into a million pieces

“But they don't love him, Niko thinks. Because if love doesn't allow change, then what the f*ck is that love worth?” (157).

“It suggests to Connell that the same imagination he uses as a reader is necessary to understand real people also, and to be intimate with them” (72).

"The hunger you feel is not a matter of survival, you see, but of supremacy. It is your base nature taking hold, the animal soul of man that grows stronger by consuming his rivals and is never satisfied. It is the very Spirit of War, played out in your flesh” (365).

“My greatest wish for humanity is not for peace or comfort or joy. It is that we all still die a little inside every time we witness the death of another. For only the pain of empathy will keep us human. There's no version of God that can help us if we ever lose that” (388).

“Immortality cannot temper the folly or frailty of youth. Innocence is doomed to die a senseless death at our own hands, a casualty of the mistakes we can never undo. So we lay to rest the wide-eyed wonder we once thrived upon, replacing it with scars of which we never speak, too knotted for any amount of technology to repair” (369).