They were crossing so many lines it was hard to figure out where they were anymore. - Lev Grossman

There was nothing—in Eliot’s admittedly limited experience—more tedious than virtue.

It was ending too soon, the way everything did, everything except Ebola viruses and really bad people like psychopaths. Those things never ended. How was that fair? Fuck it, it was stupid. Theories about life were always bullshit.

…it’s like he’s opening the covers of a book, but a book that did what books always promised to do and never actually quite did: get you out, really out, of where you were and into somewhere better.