Everything offended Jessica, which is inevitable when you move through the world in search of offense. - Emily St. John Mandel

This whole place is death. No, that’s unfair—this place isn’t death, this place is indifference. This place is utterly neutral on the question of whether he lives or dies; it doesn’t care about his last name or where he went to school; it hasn’t even noticed him.

“Maybe you’re right. Turns out reality is more important than we thought,” Dion said.

He found he was a man who repented almost everything, regrets crowding in around him like moths to a light. This was actually the main difference between twenty-one and fifty-one, he decided, the sheer volume of regret.