“I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.”

“Weatherman says," Kev scoffed. "I wouldn't trust that silly bugger to know it's raining now.”

“I thought about how my great-grandparents had starved to death. I thought about their wasted bodies being fed to incinerators because people they didn’t know hated them. I thought about how the children who lived in this house had been burned up and blown apart because a pilot who didn’t care pushed a button. I thought about how my grandfather’s family had been taken from him and how because of that my dad grew up feeling like he didn’t have a dad. And how I had acute stress and nightmares and was sitting alone in a falling down house and crying hot stupid tears all over my shirt. All because of a seventy year old hurt that had somehow been passed down to me like some poisonous heirloom.”

“I don't mean to be rude' I said, 'but what are you people?''We're peculiar,' he replied, sounding a bit puzzled. 'Aren't you?;'I don't know. I don't think so''That's a shame.”

“I'd been born in the wrong century, and I felt cheated.”

“...when I was fifteen, an extraordinary and terrible thing happened, and there was only Before and After.”

“Everything in the world had already been discovered. I'd been born in the wrong century, and I felt cheated.”