Borderline

Why is some accident of uncontrolled neurochemistry the ‘real me,’ and a carefully reasoned system of priorities somehow false?

Suicide is not a way of ending pain; it's just a way of redistributing it.

Even if what you said was true, that only makes it worse. Truth should be left in wrapped boxes for people to open when they’re ready. When it’s used as a blade, they vacuum-seal the pain somewhere deep inside, sealing the truth in with it, until it’s time to turn it inside out and cut someone else. I

He started the car, looking irked, as though I had started crying on purpose. Men seem to think that women do this on a regular basis, which is bullshit. Just because you don't feel something, it doesn't mean the other person is faking it. You know who thinks like that? Sociopaths.

I love people randomly and suddenly, and it’s a curse most of the time.

All right, so if the Unseelie horde does come through Gate LA4, what exactly am I supposed to do?" "Die horribly. But swiftly, I'd think. They'll be eager to get on with their world conquest." "Okeydokey then. Thanks for the heads up.

I don't think that the instant desperate attachment Borderlines feel really counts as love, but I had never felt any other kind of love, so I didn't know.

He put an arm around me and helped me across the lawn into the passenger's seat. The inside was red and white as a strawberry sundae, with black analog gauges. It was inefficient and sprawling; it screamed of hubris and excess and obsolescence; it was America on wheels.

Here’s the thing, Brian. From across the room, I’ll admit death looks like a real babe. But I’ve been close enough to see what’s under her makeup, and no thanks. Really.

I know how bored and restless you must feel when you have no one on whom to focus your passion. It's why Teo's dismissal enraged you; he was your best candidate." pg. 104

I know how bored and resteless fyou must feel when you have no one on whom to focus your passion. It's why Teo's dismissal enraged you; he was your best candidate." pg. 104

Hey,” I whispered. “What if we find his body in there or something?” “I think standard procedure is to make a bad pun and put on sunglasses.

I'll admit, there are few highs quite like using words to turn your enemies into a stack of bloody cubes. But then you cool off, and that stack of minced flesh doesn't just hop back together into a whole person. Long after you quit feeling that glorious rage, your words linger.

I was like Tarzan reaching for another vine. So I grabbed.

In my experience, it's a bad idea to take your current boss on a job interview

There's a saying that somebody tilted this country on its end, and everything that wasn't securely attached fell into California.