Gleanings (Arc of a Scythe)

by Neal Shusterman

“There is a cost to such power,” Xenocrates told him. “I’ll let you know when I find out what it is.” Then he laughed long and loud.

the joke is it gets you eaten by sharks

We need an event that will never be forgotten, Xenocrates had told him. And as always, Carson was an overachiever.

But Xenocrates didn’t seem concerned. “A small matter. It’s not as if I’ll be swimming in it.”

History was just one peculiar habit abandoned for the next.

Ms. C would often lament that art had become more and more about less and less. What would happen when it was about nothing at all?

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?