“Gods are what people worship. Men are what die.”

“Amid all that blood of the dying sun, the verde was still alive.”

“The summer kings are gods, and we are finally, in the end, just men.”

“Gods are what people worship. Men are what die.”

“The past stands in the path of the future, knowing it will be crushed.”

“Hands and lips and teeth, and you'd forgotten-no, you'd never known-this way of knowing someone, this dissolution of self, this autophagy.”

“Then you remember that Jack--that's his name, the mac & cheese--plays lacrosse. That's probably where he got all those yummy muscles. You need two hands for lacrosse.A pinky? Damn, you might as well starve yourself.”