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21 " Dead astronauts were no different than living astronauts. Neither could shed their skin. Neither could ever become part of what they journeyed through. Suits were premade coffins. Space was the grave. Better to think of yourself as dead already. There was freedom in that; liberated the mind to roam quadrants farther than the body. "
― Jeff VanderMeer , Dead Astronauts (Borne, #2)
22 " What was a person but someone who turned monstrous, anyway? What was a person, in Moss's experience, but a kind of demon. "
23 " But there would come a terrible and obliterating day when beauty was the only thing that mattered, and it mattered little if the pure part of beauty was blood. And on that day, the globes embedded in the walls hurt to look upon because the price paid for the wonders displayed within was too high. It had become a death cult, under a veneer of what was inevitable and necessary, and anything else was illogical. "
24 " In truth, some demons were once people who did bad things even though they knew better. In truth, people were demons when they didn't know any better. The girl had learned that it hardly mattered in the end, "
25 " The sun revealing the vast catafalques of sprawled dead Cities against dry brown rockscapes. "
26 " The body did not exist separate from the soul because the soul didn’t exist. "
27 " Or as he said sometimes, the system abhors source, makes its mapping into a maze, a mockery, and the more you think you understand it, the more you are colonized by it. And lost. "
28 " Moss the shape of Grayson, all around Grayson, covering Grayson like a second skin. Showing, kiss by kiss, the beauty of Grayson to Grayson, who had never thought herself beautiful. That she was beautiful. All of Moss kissing all of her and Grayson seeing herself through Moss’s eyes. Reborn in that moment. "
29 " What was a person but someone who turned monstrous, anyway? "
30 " Alcohol made it hard to tell a demon from a monster. "
31 " My voice had a rasp to it, then. I wasn't yet comfortable talking human. My voice had a rasp, and I gazed upon the bison head on the wall and my voice became raspier still. I gazed upon the mossy rock imported from another country, the water feature in the house, and wanted only to return to all fours and drink from the pond. To gaze at the reflection and remember who I was, not who I had become "
32 " As the storm washed over them and they huddled there not knowing their futures until it had passed and all was still.None of them ready.Thought they were in the middle.Not the end. "
33 " If I went rummaging through your carcass, would I find you? "
34 " Perhaps because trees did not resist. Trees fell over on their own accord, sometimes, as if to prove their love for the ax. The chainsaw that felled most of them just completed a trees own inevitable thought. "
35 " Can you not distinguish truth from fiction? Or were you never taught the difference? "
36 " A creator who no longer remembered the creation: Wasn't that the definition of a god? "