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

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

“I realized that leaving wouldn't be like I had imagined, like casting off a weight. Their memory was something tangible and heavy, and I would carry it with me.”

“It's easy to say you don't care about money when you have plenty of it.”

“I imagine we're killing ourselves right now in al manner of ways that'll seem insane to people in the future.”

“ ‘You don’t strike me as a quitter.’ ‘Then you don’t know me very well,’ I replied.”

“Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their light not yet come this far? If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize we were alone? I had always known the sky was full of mysteries—but not until now had I realized how full of them the earth was.”