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520 pages, Hardcover
First published April 16, 2013
"The truth - the real answer - was that he wanted to say but didn't : This is what it feels like to be one of you. This is what it feels like to be vulnerable. And weak. And merely human.
This is what it feels like to be a prospect."
"They sent spies," Gramma wet on, her voice a hush, "and they look like one man, but they can split in two, then four, and so on. I've seen it before. During the war. It's a Communist trick and they taught it to the Democrats so that they could take our guns. I would have fought them off, but they already made the shotgun disappear."
" Oh, New York,� he whispered. “We’re gonna have so much fun."
"See this thing I drink from? I give it the label of "cup," and so what? See this thing I cover my body with? I give it the label of "shirt," and so what? See this thing I have opened to the darkening sky, allowing beautiful moonlight to shine within? I give it the label of "Jerome Herrigton," and so what?"
"It's great, Lana," Jazz said enthusiastically. "I've seen the Statue of Liberty, and I'm also tracking a guy who takes people's eyes, cuts off their dicks, and - on two occasions - leaves their guts in a KFC bucket. It's awesome."
"The TV chattered. Someone said, "I was like, she is, like, so bitchy and, like, without any reason, you know?"