So, at the last, a story.
Justin Cronin, The City of Mirrors.
“I would not say I was a nonbeliever; rather, that I gave little if any thought to celestial concerns. It did not seem to me that God, whoever he was, would be the sort of god to take an interest in...”
“I wanted to kill them. No, not kill. "Kill" is too dull a word for that which I desired. I wanted to annihilate them. I wanted to tear them limb from limb. I wanted to crack their bones and bury my...”
“The heart, once broken, stayed broken.”
“Consider the species known as man. We lie, we cheat, we want what others have and take it; we make war upon each other and the earth; we harvest lives in multitude. We have mortgaged the planet and...”
“It's children, he thought, that give us our lives; without them we are nothing, we are here and then gone, like the dust.”
“For the first time in my life, I felt the pain of missing people I had not yet left.”
“He wanted to heat up the truth, to make it burn so hot that you would feel exactly what he felt.”
“Make up a story... For our sake and yours forget your name in the street; tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light. Don't tell us what to believe, what to fear. Sh...”
“Tell the story as if it were only of interest to the small circle of your characters, of which you may be one. There is no other way to put life into the story.”