We drive west the rest of the night, away from where the sun will come up, trying to outrace it, trying not to see what it's going to show us when we get home.

“There's nothing special in the world. Nothing magic. Just physics.”

“May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect.”

“The things you used to own, now they own you.”

“We don't have a great war in our generation, or a great depression, but we do, …”