"Fear makes liars of us all."
"Is that the way of all love? That it should carry the risk of death?"
"Because I kept fucking up, because it seemed so hard not to fuck up, I lived a life where I had less than what I desired. So instead of wanting more, sometimes I just made myself want even less. Sometimes I made myself believe that I wanted nothing, not even food or air. And if I wanted nothing, I'd just turn into a ghost. And that would be the end of it."
"Men and women going around for months having trouble breathing and seeing doctor after doctor because they think there's something wrong with their lungs. All because it's so damn difficult to admit that something else is...broken. That it's an ache in our soul, Invisible lead weights in our blood, an indescribable pressure in our chest. Our brains are lying to us telling us we're going to die....We're not going to die, you and I"
"Sven had displayed her on her own pedestal; he'd separated all of her parts so very delicately that now she didn't even know how to move. A tingling prickled over her whole body, even inside, in her chest, and she wondered if she wasn't having an attack: Of nerves, of panic, of rage. Of inertia.... She could only move inside herself, like a woodworm crawling through its own tunnels, digging into an absolutely rigid body."