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" She said this beautiful thing to me about how life was a house that God had built for you, and he knew what was in each room but you didn't - and behind every door there was a discovery to be made, and some rooms were full of treasure and some with trash but all rooms were of God's design - and at this point, this many years later, I have to wonder if it isn't more accurate to say that life is a series of trap doors, and you fall through them, one by one, tumbling down and down and down, one hole to the next. "
― Ben H. Winters , World of Trouble (The Last Policeman, #3)
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" Sometimes it’s possible, just barely possible, to imagine a version of this world different from the existing one, a world in which there is true justice, heroic honesty, a clear perception possessed by each individual about how to treat all the others. Sometimes I swear I could see it, glittering in the pavement, glowing between the words in a stranger’s sentence, a green, impossible vision—the world as it was meant to be, like a mist around the world as it is. "
― Ben H. Winters , Underground Airlines
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" Someone?” he said, even though he knew what I meant, but I pressed on, fulfilling my obligations, trying to get everything down according to procedure. “Someone,” I said. “A priest. To do last rites.” He laughed, with effort, a low, gasping chuckle. “Henry,” he said. “Dig a hole. "
― Ben H. Winters , World of Trouble (The Last Policeman, #3)