I don't think I could ever be an actual parent," she said. "I'd just be too scared of fucking it up." "Me too. I'm definitely never having any kids. - Ali Shaw

Self-loathing was a difficult thing for those who had none of their own to understand. It had its own seasons. It could trick you into thinking it had lifted, only to come cycling around again. You attacked yourself in the same ways you always had. You flung the same accusations. Perhaps you could no more rid yourself of self-loathing than you could rid the world of winter. What was certain was that, like winter, in its wake it left you bare.

"We're vegetarians," explained Hannah, "did I mention that before?" "Er . . . no," said Adrien, a carnivore's disappointment writ large across his face.

I don't think I'm going to be a pessimist when I grow up." He chuckled. "I never thought I was going to be one either, when I was your age.