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It was astonishing how quickly friendship could turn to enmity, she thought, like a compass needle swinging from one pole to the other.

They’d been excellent friends. They’d make excellent enemies as well.

No act of knowledge acquisition is entirely without risk.

It’s always easier to hate than to forgive, isn’t it?

I guess I’ll do what everyone else does: get on with my life and forget the big questions.

Anxiety is a useful tool: it forces us to make plans. But when too much anxiety freezes us into indecision, it needs checking.

It was a glaring omission, a sign of cosmic sloppiness. Not even that, Vasko corrected himself. It was a sign of cosmic obliviousness. The universe didn’t know what was happening here. It didn’t know and it didn’t care. It didn’t even know that it didn’t know.

Rashmika could tell when anyone around her was lying. But seeing through her own deceptions was another matter entirely.

“But at least you cared. At least you were ready to do something.”

“This little mess,” Auger said, “is all because of people who were ready to do something. People like me, who always know when they’re right and everyone else is wrong. Maybe what we need is a few less of us.”

Charm was what he excelled at. If anyone sensed his underlying shallowness, they usually mistook it for well-hidden great depth of character, like misinterpreting a radar bounce.

“Maybe it’s not as bad as she fears. Old people always think the world is going to ruin. It’s their job.”

“Maybe they’re right,” Floyd replied.

But when she tried to say something, the words always seemed trite and inadequate. Nothing measured up. When any moment might be their last, there was nothing she could ever imagine saying that had the necessary dignity to fill that instant. Silence was better. Silence had its own dignity.

I’m fed up with everyone being lied to just because the administration thinks it’s in our best interests not to know all the facts.