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“Forever?” he whispered. I wiped the tears away from his face with my thumb and nodded. “But I’m crazy.” “I’m crazy too.” I smiled. “Our crazies will cancel each other out.” “Or make us twice as crazy.”
the great thing about abusing pain killers was that they also were pain killers.
“I have a lot of thoughts, mostly dark,” I replied. “The less you talk out loud, the more you talk in your head.”
There was something humbling about being reminded that the flesh you ate every day tasted the same as the flesh that rested underneath your skin.
I am a dinosaur. Fucking hell, Perish… A machine, not a dinosaur. I am a machine.
You know something is terribly wrong when Reaver starts relating to the cooky scientist.
