“I went to him & put my Hand upon his Shoulder. Said he to me, “God forgive me. Her Name — I never knew her Name.” Which meant not a Jot to me — and yet my Heart was the Thing that broke.” — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“...Often that which most we fear births the resolve that spurs us on to altitudes we could not have achieved, had we continued walking… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share
“We were as strangers, in the moment-as intimate as strangers-for strangers know more of us, and can judge of us more without reproach than… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share
“I went to him & put my Hand upon his Shoulder. Said he to me, “God forgive me. Her Name — I never knew… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share
“Maybe these are our salad days." "Huh?" "You know. Happy." "What's happy about a salad?" She shrugged. "Ranch," she said.” — M.T. Anderson Copy Share
“The British Army and Navy sang a rousing song called "Heart of Oak"; the rebels had writ one to counter it called "The Liberty… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share
“We could sing to lift our spirits,’ one of them suggested. Believe me, you want me to end the chapter now.” — M.T. Anderson Copy Share
“Who do we seek, my spies? Again and again, I announce to the world: I. M. Realdom! I. M. Realdom! I. M. Realdom! I… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share
“I run through the woods, at once applauding myself for my wit-" "Well deserved, sir. Well deserved." "And at the self instant, I am… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share
“You know who you should ask about this? My pal Ray, who works with me. He could tell you all about this." Lily's dad… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share
“ We enter a time of calamity. Blood on the tarmac. Fingers in the juicer. Towers of air frozen in the lunar wastes. Models… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share
“Each of us hides our own private Delaware lost in the gray jungle-tangle of our brains. No one else can know its depths and… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share
“Altruism is the kind of pie best eaten with a lot of gravy and little inspection of the kind of kidney it's stuffed with.” — M.T. Anderson Copy Share
“He was possessed of a belief that nothing existed, or to be more precise, that only when things were perceived could we be sure… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share
“I hope thou shalt never retreat beneath the ground. The sun is thy inheritance. The sky is thy birthright. Stay here, my boy, and… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share
“Almost nothing lives here anymore, except where we plant it? No. No, no, no. We don’t know any of that. We have tea parties… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share
