I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up

Never Trust Anything That Can Think For Itself If You Can't See Where It Keeps Its Brain.

Pagford, Which By Night Was No More Than A Cluster Of Twinkling Lights In A Dark Hollow Far Below, Was Emerging Into Chilly Sunlight.

But Who Could Bear To Know Which Stars Were Already Dead, She Thought, Blinking Up At The Night Sky; Could Anybody Stand To Know That They All Were?

You Care So Much You Feel As Though You Will Bleed To Death With The Pain Of It.

You Think The Dead We Loved Truly Ever Leave Us? You Think That We Don't Recall Them More Clearly In Times Of Great Trouble?