That was such a wonderful time, even in its strangeness and sadness-and life isn't the same now. It's wonderful, but it isn't the same.

And a puzzle is for the piecing together, especially for the young, who still believe it can be done.

Everyone dies. It's a question of where and how, that's all.

Cross a man and you struggle, one of you wins, you adjust and go on - or you lie there dead. Cross a woman and the universe is changed, once again, for cold anger requires an eternal vigilance in all matters of slight and offense

Galinda didn't often stop to consider whether she believed in what she said or not; the whole point of conversations was flow.

From torched skyscrapers, men grew wings.

I learned to fly on a broom," he said, rolling up his sleeves. "I can learn to milk a goat, I bet." Though flying on a broom proved to be the easier task, he found.