“I could see tall ideas standing up behind his eyes.”

“The mist just keeps on lifting and soon I'll be able to see all the way, as far as the earth's curvature allows. It's a blessing, that curvature, that hidden hemisphere-if we could take it all in at one, why move?”

“Though I no longer liked him or respected him, the thought of his disapproval frightened me.”

“They were gray, staring, bottomless, blank, fallen eyes whose pupils played scenes of heaven upside down.”

“I just wasn't ready for his stories. They'd breed with the others I'd heard and hatch new monsters, because there was no such thing as separation here, not once you'd started listening. Never listen.”

“Central Wyoming was like hell without the flames, an underworld thrust up onto the surface.”

“She was already dead, but we were starved for followers and stupefied by the elixir of our own heroism, and so we pretended words could resurrect her.”