Distance incubates intelligence.

This is the rare thing, Jon thought, one of the moments when you feel life snapping into place.

It's the parts that reflect back at us that we most dislike in other people.

It wasn't too far, unless there was someone shooting at you, then it was.

There was nothing, a world filled with everything and no answers to explain any of it.

Governments covered things up. They pretended to be doing all sorts of good things, but what governments were really up to, all the time, was mischief and money-grubbing.

We are all God's mosquitos.

He was like a farmer's hammer, beaten and bent, and broken more than once, but welded back, bent by force of will back into place, still useful because it still could be made useful.

You don't know when the last time you'll ever see someone will be, best to really open your eyes to them.