City of Golden Shadow (Otherland, #1)

by Tad Williams

The little kid in you, the part which had believed that if you cried hard enough someone would put it right, is gone now,

Just because I can see the shadow does not mean I can recognize what casts it.

“Never trust people that like to call things by initials, that’s my philosophy.

There ought to be some way to tell when you were doing something for the last time so you could appreciate it.