Gleanings (Arc of a Scythe)

by Neal Shusterman

what one believes will often cast out that which is true.

Humanity’s so-called immortality only replaced one impossible question—What do I do with my brief time on Earth?—with another equally impossible one: What do I do with more time than I’ll ever need?

A racehorse might sail across the finish line lengths ahead of the pack, but will never, until the end of time, learn to fly.

“Apologies only work the first time.”

“We cannot know the things we cannot know.”