“Lily told her about what had happened so far. (If you're interested, you can go back to the beginning of the book and read all the way through to this point again.)” — 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
