He wept because he was afraid now that he could not save Gabriel. He no longer cared about himself

I don't know what you mean when you say 'the whole world' or 'generations before him.'I thought there was only us. I thought there was only now.

Ellen had said that her mother was afraid of the ocean, that it was too cold and too big. The sky was, too, thought Annemarie. The whole world was: too cold, too big. And too cruel.

Things seem more when you’re little. They seem bigger, and distances seem farther.

There's much more. There's all that goes beyond – all ... that is Elsewhere – and all that goes back, and back, and back. I received all of those, when I was selected. And here in this room, all alone, I re-experience them again and again. It is how wisdom comes. And how we shape our future.

The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without colour, pain or past.

I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.