Small towns harbor small imaginations.

They had discovered one could grow as hungry for light as for food.

You learn best by reading a lot and writing a lot, and the most valuable lessons of all are the ones you teach yourself.

My friend wants to get moving and so do I,' Eddie said. 'We've got miles to go yet.' I know that. It's on your face, son. Like a scar.' Eddie was fascinated by the idea of duty and ka as something that left a mark, something that might look like decoration to one eye and disfigurement to another. Outside, thunder cracked and lightning flashed.

But in high school the business of irrevocable choices began. Doors slipped shut with a faint locking click that was only heared clearly in the dreams of later years.

What Jack didn't understand was that no matter where he went, the same asshole got off the plane.

Adults are the real monsters.