
Vampires taste like shit, by the way. Rotten, slimy, and cold. Can’t recommend.
page 388
Culture Commentary and Miscellaneous Musings

Vampires taste like shit, by the way. Rotten, slimy, and cold. Can’t recommend.
page 388

So blind we humans are—so blind. To each other and to ourselves, moving through life as though through shadows, putting out a hand in the dark and thinking we have touched someone. And maybe we have, as Artie did with Rhonda Lazarre that day. But mostly we travel through life unsighted, grasping only the smallest details of one another’s selves, including our own. Thinking all the while that we can see.
page 59

And I remembered looking back over my shoulder as we ran away, Eddie Glackin lying there alone, not a friend in sight to hold him as he bled out, and I thought what a lonely world it was for unlovable fucks like us.
page 126

As we walked arm in arm in this merry mood, wind brushed against our cheeks–a wind strong enough to lift bougainvillea blossoms off their branches. Did that mean we, too, were characters in a shojo romance?
page 129

But Lucy couldn’t bear to cut down her book collection. How could she when there were so many interesting novels to read in this world, and more coming out every year?
page 91, Chapter 9