As long as we remember a person, they're not really gone. Their thoughts, their feelings, their memories, they become a part of us. - Justin Cronin

I feel as if I've entered a new era of my life. What strange places our lives carry us to. What dark passages.

Mankind had built a world that would take a hundred years to die. A century for the last light to go out.

It came as a pleasant shock to me, how the man I'd known as a rather dry intellectual transformed himself so completely into a craftsman - a man who actually made things that the world could put to practical use. Which only goes to show that people are more complicated than they let on, and that even tragedy (sometimes only tragedy) can open the door to who we really are.