Life ain't fair. It ain't. Not never.

Worst is the one who knows better and does nothing.

I take my rucksack and go out the opening where the front door used to be. Manchee gets up from where he's curled and follows me. When I sit down, he recurls by my legs and fall asleep, farting happily and giving a doggy sigh. Simple to be a dog.

The ability to make fire at will. It allowed us light to see in the darkness, warmth against the cold, a tool to cook our food.’ He gestured vaguely in the direction of the Delta’s engines. ‘Fire is what eventually led to travel across the black beyond, the ability to start a new life on a New World.

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

It is a true story, the monster said. Many things that are true feel like a cheat.

We sure as ruddy heck ain't in Prentisstown no more," I say to Manchee under my breath.