Here's what I think," I say and my voice is stronger and thoughts are coming, thoughts that trickle into my noise like whispers of truth. "I think maybe everybody falls," I say. "I think maybe we all do. And I don't think that's the asking." I pull on her arms gently to make sure she's listening. "I think the asking is whether we get back up again.

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

Worst is the one who knows better and does nothing.

We are the choices we make.

If you ever want to see how small you are in the plan of God, just stand at the edge of an ocean.

But,' he thinks, 'it's possible to die before you die.

I was only following orders," the Mayor mocks. "The refuge of scoundrels since the dawn of time.