In the end, it's all about perseverance.

When we hope, we usually hope for the wrong thing.

She'd been acutely aware that terror, betrayal, and cruelty had a human face, but she had not sufficiently appreciated that courage, kindness, and love had a human face as well.

Perhaps extreme danger strips us of all pretenses, all ambitions, all confusions, focusing us more intensely than we are otherwise ever focused, so that we remember what we otherwise spend most of our lives forgetting: that our nature and purpose is, more than anything else, to love and to make love, to take joy from the beauty of the world, to live with an awareness that the future is not as real a place for any of us as are the present and the past.

Evil was coming. I wondered whose face it would be wearing.

Rub-a-dub-dub. Cerebrum in a tub.

One door away from heaven And the key is ours to lose. One door away from heaven But oh, the entry dues.