“You could not measure yourself against the dead, they retained their perfection while your flesh got weaker and weaker.” — Philipp Meyer Copy Share Image
“He’s exquisite. Perfection made flesh. Granted, he didn’t come out looking like this. A few hours ago, he bore a strong resemblance to a screaming featherless chicken. But he was my screaming featherless chicken, so he was still the most… — Emma Chase Copy Share Image
