“But there was something else, hard to pin down exactly, a charge—this magnetic pheromonal buzz that hung between us like a spider’s web, generally invisible, but at a certain angle, flecked with morning dew, it could sparkle for just a… — Elan Mastai Copy Share Image
“You know you're having a seriously fucked-up day when ontology becomes a life-or-death proposition” — Elan Mastai Copy Share Image
“The truth is, there are no alternate realities. At least not the way Penny describes them. Maybe an infinite multiverse is born from every action, whether it’s two atoms colliding or two people. Maybe reality is constantly fluctuating around us, but our senses aren’t equipped to detect those quantum variations. Maybe that’s what our senses are, an ungainly organic sieve… — Elan Mastai Copy Share
“When you’re young, you think of your parents with the simplest adjectives. As you get older, you add more adjectives and notice some of… — Elan Mastai Copy Share Image
“They were married within a year and slotted themselves into their respective lifelong roles—my father was the lighthouse, my mother the keeper who wound… — Elan Mastai Copy Share Image
“When you jump off a cliff, falling can look a whole lot like flying, for a while anyway.” — Elan Mastai Copy Share Image
“You got a little bit famous. Even a little bit of fame can mess with your head. It’s a cognitive disease, you know, fame? It used to only be for royalty and we know what they’re like. I’m not much of a Freudian, but something about fame makes the id and the superego devour the ego like anacondas in a… — Elan Mastai Copy Share
“You keep working. You keep trying. You keep failing. Until one day in the distant future, that for me is the distant past, the… — Elan Mastai Copy Share Image
“She was your mother and she loved you in a way nobody ever has and nobody ever will and no she's gone.” — Elan Mastai Copy Share Image
“When you invent the car, you also invent the car accident. When you invent the plane, you also invent the plane crash.” — Elan Mastai Copy Share Image
“But there was something else, hard to pin down exactly, a charge—this magnetic pheromonal buzz that hung between us like a spider’s web, generally… — Elan Mastai Copy Share Image
“The brain is a soupy lightning storm swirling and crackling in three pounds of wet meat. Do” — Elan Mastai Copy Share Image
