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There was something about the cocksure confidence of that statement that gave Auger goose pimples. It was like an invitation to fate.
I had never understood mathematics with any great agility, but now I sensed it as a hard grid of truth underlying everything: bones shining through the thin flesh of the world.
They screwed with democracy. I’m not going to lose much sleep when democracy screws them back.
In its purest distillation beauty had always been merciless.
It must be a real one-horse town." Auger shook her head as she lit a cigarette. "It has wild ambitions of becoming a one-horse town.
Is that as bad as it sounds?" Floyd asked. "No," Auger said. "It's worse. A lot worse.
Hopefully they’ll accept me for what I am, not what I was. That’s all we can ever hope for, isn’t it?
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How long have we been friends, Dan?" "I wouldn't exactly call it friendship; more a kind of mutual parasitism.
Of course there were no miracles to be had, except of the modest kind permitted by the exigencies of medicine and time.
Truth is truth, no matter who else believes it.
I don't trust you." "Of course you don't. I know I wouldn't. And I'm not asking you to. I'm not putting you in a situation in which your trust of me is even remotely relevant. I'm just pointing a gun to your head and giving you orders.
But when she tried to say something, the words always seemed trite and inadequate. Nothing measured up. When any moment might be their last, there was nothing she could ever imagine saying that had the necessary dignity to fill that instant. Silence was better. Silence had its own dignity.
I was born in a house with a million rooms, built on a small, airless world on the edge of an empire of light and commerce that the adults called the Golden Hour, for a reason I did not yet grasp.
Don’t you start. It’s bad enough that one of us feels he could have done more. We’re human, Campion—that’s all it boils down to. Human and not nearly as clever as we thought we were when it counted. End of story. When they put up the gravestone for our species, that’ll be the epitaph.
I felt a terrible sadness open inside me, a void through which the winds from the end of the universe were blowing.