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.

Flakes of white fall thru the trees and onto the road, catching on our clothes and hair. It's a silent fall and it's weird how it makes everything else seem quiet, too, like it's trying to tell you a secret, a terrible, terrible secret.

Stories don’t end with the writers, however many started the race.

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.

The only place you belong is the place you can never go back. And so yer always alone, forever and always.

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

As destruction goes, the monster said behind him, this is all remarkably pitiful.