I could not move or speak for several minutes, frozen in the belief that the book itself had changed and was now writing me. - Jeff VanderMeer

But the fact is I don’t care. I haven’t cared since I came here, and I will continue not to care until I leave. With as much of Ambergris smoldering behind me as I can manage.

It closely resembles the situation that exists within a mental institution: in tight quarters, in similar garb, dissimilar minds attempt to build a consensus reality that, with a monumental effort of empathy, cannot—can never!—take concrete form.

When they give you things, ask yourself why. When you're grateful to them for giving you the things you should have anyway, ask yourself why.