In the end, all men die. How you lived will be far more important to the Almighty than what you accomplished.

Eternity ended ten years ago.

The problem with being clever, Serene thought with a sigh, is that everyone assumes you're always planning something.

That's the point, isn't it? We have to live on, no matter how hard it gets. We'll win in the end.

If you were the wall, what would you rather be? Dreary and dull, or alive with paint?" "Walls can't think!" "That doesn't stop them from caring.

Lately, I feel like my life is a book written in a language I don't know how to read.

It seems that the rebels found the chaos of transition more difficult to accept than the tyranny they had known before. They joyfully welcomed back authority-even oppressive authority-for it was less painful for them than uncertainty.