Life ain't fair. It ain't. Not never. It's pointless and stupid and there's only suffering and pain and people who want to hurt you. You can't love nothing or no one cuz it'll all be taken away or ruined and you'll be left alone and constantly having to fight, constantly having to run just to stay alive.

It's not how we fall. It's how we get back up again.

A man is capable of thought. A crowd is not.

Shout for libraries. Shout for the young readers who use them.

No one ever seems to wonder what happens if it turns out we hate living on a planet? What if the sky’s too big? What if the air stinks? What if we go hungry?’ ‘And what if the air tastes of honey? What if there’s so much food we all get too fat? What if the sky is so beautiful we don’t get any work done because we’re all looking at it too much?

She looks at me. She does. She.

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