Cities are never random. No matter how chaotic they might seem, everything about them grows out of a need to solve a problem. In fact, a city is nothing more than a solution to a problem, that in turn creates more problems that need more solutions, until towers rise, roads widen, bridges are built, and millions of people are caught up in a mad race to feed the problem-solving, problem-creating frenzy.

Tranq'd by your own gun,"Lev says."How pathetic.

Fight, flight, and screw up royaly.

Hope can be bruised and battered. It can be forced underground and even rendered unconscious, but hope cannot be killed.

Wars are often waged not because of what we believe, but because of the things we want others to believe.

My grandmother used to say that twisting paths always cross again," he told her. "And whose paths are more twisted than ours?

So," says Lev, as casually as he can, "you wanna dance?" "Do you believe in the end of the world?" she responds. Lev shrugs. "I don't know. Why?" "Because the day after that is when I'll dance with you.