"What else might they like if given the chance to view it? What would the Girl think of a fox? A racoon? Even cars were a myth, with only Malorie's amateur drawings as reference. Boots, bushes, gardens, storefronts, buildings, streets and stars. Why, she would have to recreate the globe for them. But the best they got was fish. And the Boy loved them. "
"'In a way, time doesn't mean anything anymore. But it's one of the only things we have that resembles the lives we used to live.'
"'The passing of time?'
"'Yeah. And what we do with it.'"
"When the cadences oppose, she feels like she could die."
"Maybe animals can't go mad because their brains are too small."
"It's possible that animals don't have the capacity to go mad. Maybe a thing has to be smart enough to lose its mind."
"Muted colors of decay rather than the explosive hues of impact."
"Gary is explaining to Don the way Frank thought. Always the way Frank thought. Never quite what Gary thinks himself."
"Far behind, she heads something she's never heard. It's like lightning. A new kind. Or like birds, all of them, in every tree, no longer singing, no longer cooing, but screaming."
"It is better to face madness with a plan than to sit still and let it take you in pieces."
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