I always thought that it would be what AM looked like, if Harlan Ellison had been born in the twenty-first century, instead of the big black slab he's written as.

[Connor doesn't read much that he ever talks about. Sean is the connoisseur, after all. But he can't help drawing the comparison.]

When I was a kid, I couldn't shake the feeling that the entire world might have just been made up. Like all this was all there was. Just...the thousand people that lived in there with me, and all this empty nothing. Amanda thought it was a stupid idea, but...I don't know. I think maybe I was scared I was right.