You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didn't know when the last argument happened, or the last time you had sex, or the last time you looked into their eyes and thanked God they were in your life.After they were gone?That was all you thought about.Day and night.

Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not?

God, he was probably too young to be this old, but life had a way of being about experience, rather than calendar days.

True enough. I say this all the time.Trez looked at his hands. “I didn’t ask for this.”“No one asks for life.” The executioner hiked iAm’s body up higher. “And sometimes they do not ask for death...

Cuando eres esencialmente infeliz, estar con la persona que amas no es suficiente.

The past is what it is—good and bad, it’s written and unchanging. And there’s solace to be had in that.”Tears pricked her eyes. “What do you mean?”There was a long pause. “The good parts are more luminous because you can trust them. And the bad parts can’t get any more tragic for precisely the same reason. The past is safe because it is indelible.

That was the thing about life. Habit and routine made things feel permanent, but that was all an illusion based on the very flimsy foundation of repetition. Change and chaos was a far better bet to put your faith in.At least you would never be surprised when things went tits up.

The hardest thing is being with other people - it's like they're on a different wavelenght, but only you know it. They talk about their lives and what's wrong with them, and you kind of, like, just let them go. It's a whole different language, and you've got to remember that you can only respond in their mother tongue. It's really hard to relate.

Man, it was a good thing vampires didn't get cancer. Lately he'd been chain-smoking like a felon.