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.

As to how you'll help me," he says. "Well, we have met the Answer, have we not?" He turns back to look at us, his eyes glinting. "It's time for them to meet the Ask.

A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes Monsters of Men.

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

Whereas the town knows all about you already and wants to know more and wants to beat you with what it knows till how can you have any of yourself left at all?

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

... a good idea always attracts other good ideas.