She dreamed of leaving, but she had too little exposure to the world to imagine where to go.

To read, even in the half-dark, is also to call the lost forward.

In a sense, Out of Oz is an examination of how individuals keep going, keep reinventing themselves and their lives, even after life-altering complications have afflicted them.

The colossal might of wickedness: how we love to locate it massively elsewhere. But so much of it comes down to what each one of us does between breakfast and bedtime.

From torched skyscrapers, men grew wings.

Well, the family always was bright, and brightness, as you know, decays brilliantly.

Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.