That's another thing about Noise. Everything that's ever happened to you just keeps right on talking, for ever and ever.

We run down the right fork, Manchee at our heels, the night and a dusty road stretching out in front of us, an army and a disaster behind us, me and Viola, running side by side.

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.

The monster showed up just after midnight. As they do.

You tell a man the truth about himself and, well, they find they have trouble accepting it.

Librarians are tour-guides for all of knowledge.

I think maybe everyone falls... I think the asking is whether we get back up again.