Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.

On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world.

When he went back to the fire he knelt and smoothed her hair as she slept and he said if he were God he would have made the world just so and no different.

I don't know what sort of world she will live in and I have no fixed opinions concerning how she should live in it. I only know that if she does not come to value what is true above what is useful, it will make little difference whether she lives at all.

I think if you were Satan and you were settin around tryin to think up somethin that would just bring the human race to its knees what you would probably come up with is narcotics.

This is what the good guys do. They keep trying. They don't give up

The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.