So who are you then, Todd Hewitt?" he says. "What makes you so special?" Now that, I think, is a very good asking.

It was solitude, but it was solitude that wasn't lonely. Solitude that could sort things out. And he hadn't had that in ages.

In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.

The green things of this world are just wondrous, aren’t they?” his mother went on. “We work so hard to get rid of them when sometimes they’re the very thing that saves us.

If a crowd can flinch, they flinch. More than a thousand men flinch under the fist of just one. I don't see what the women do.

Do we hate paradise so much we need to make sure it becomes a trash heap?

Didn't you finish your chemistry in school?" "You closed the school and burnt all the books." "Ah, so I did.