More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
The first time he had said “I want” rather than “I ought.”
Sometimes, Tom, we have to do a thing in order to find out the reason for it. Sometimes our actions are questions, not answers.
Like Rick he was learning to live on several planes at once. The art of it was to forget everything except the ground you stood on and the face you spoke from at that moment.
Uncle Jack was the best shot ever, the best at everything, although he was so old, and he wouldn’t give away a match to please anybody, not even Tom. If Tom ever beat Uncle Jack, he would beat him fair, which was what they both wanted without needing to say it. And it was what Tom wanted more than anything today: a normal exchange, a normal competition,
pain was democratic.
Love is whatever you can still betray, he thought. Betrayal can only happen if you love.
Rick starts the long climb towards the stars, which like Liberal ideals we cannot reach but can only profit from their presence.
Change nothing. Don’t look back, don’t look forward. You do it once, then die.
Can’t lose what you haven’t got. Can’t miss what you don’t care about. Can’t sell what isn’t yours.”
It’s a lousy world, Sir Magnus. A few happy fish will make it better.”
The cells are dying all over him, in his head, his groin, his bone marrow. His loving thoughts about Sabina are as old as childhood memories to him. There is only Pym and Axel and disaster in the world. He is changing into an old man even while he listens. The ignorance of ages is descending on him.
