Kindle Notes & Highlights
You know, this is it—I am perfectly happy. Right now, on my birthday, on this beautiful day with my friends—if this really is the end of the world, I don’t even care, because right now I am perfectly happy.” “And was it?” asked Jule. “The end of the world?” Jack smiled. “No.” He set his empty champagne flute on the broad railing and turned to leave. “And I’ve always been kind of sorry.”
What little Jack knew of magic, he knew it faded, sure as love and paint.
It all seemed too Dance-Band-on-the-Titanic, too Last Big Fling, too Suppose They Gave an Apocalypse and Everybody Came?
It was amazing—miraculous, almost—how quickly the world reclaimed its commonplace aspect, if only you could turn the TV on.
he felt certain that something was very wrong, somewhere, despite this brave false show. Any moment now he would find out what it was.
