We can save the world," I say, trying to smile. "You and me.

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

I was a hugely unchaperoned reader, and I would wander into my local public library and there sat the world, waiting for me to look at it, to find out about it, to discover who I might be inside it.

Now that I've seen her, I can't stop seeing her.

You are keeping the possibility [of peace] open. No wise leader would do anything less

Viola blows out a thoughtful air. "My dad used to say, 'There's only forward, Vi, only outward and up.'" "There's only forward," I repeat. "Outward and up," she says.

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