The wind flew Jim away. A similar kite, Will swooped to follow.

And when the war's over, some day, someyear, the books can be written again, the people will be called in, one by one, to recite what they know and we'll set it up in type until another Dark age.

And he remembered thinking then that if she died, he was certain he wouldn't cry. For it would be the dying of an unknown, a street face, a newspaper image, and it was suddenly so very wrong that he had begun to cry, not at death but at the thought of not crying at death, a silly empty man near a silly empty woman!!

But do you know, we never ask questions, or at least most don't; they just run the answers at you, bing, bing, bing... It's a lot of funnels and a lot of water poured down the spout and out the bottom, and them telling us it's wine when it's not.

Você já foi alguma vez a um museu? Tudo abstrato. É só o que há agora. Meu tio diz que antigamente era diferente. Muito tempo atrás, os quadros às vezes diziam alguma coisa ou até mostravam pessoas.

Temos tudo de que precisamos para sermos felizes, mas não somos felizes. Alguma coisa está faltando.