I will never understand why Believers cling to this kind of language, this relentless empty optimism, plus all! those! exclamation! points! - Kate Coyle

Even now I think I could only list for him the various things I don’t believe in. But still I wish I could. Because I’m starting to narrow it down. I don’t believe in hate. I don’t believe in money. I don’t believe in God. I don’t believe it’s too late.

I’ve always believed Frick to be detached from reality, but I thought he was just a megalomaniac, a manipulator, a con artist. Now I begin to slowly understand. He’s far more dangerous than any of those things. He’s a true Believer.

Harp gives me a look.
“What?”
“You are terrible at lying, Viv. Embarrassingly bad. Have I taught you nothing?”