Hope was what he and the church offered, some place to exist after death. Fear came from the chance that changing the world for the better could possibly make it worse. — *location: 1796* ^ref-28114 --- “It doesn’t bother me that I won’t be around one day,” Lukas said after a while. “I don’t stress about the fact that I wasn’t here a hundred years ago. I think death will be a lot like that. A hundred years from now my life will be just like it was a hundred years ago.” — *location: 1803* ^ref-48617 --- “Yeah. Our actions, you know? They last forever. Whatever we do, it’ll always be what we did. There’s no taking them back.” — *location: 1811* ^ref-13197 --- “And every mistake. But every good thing we do as well. They are immortal, every single touch we leave behind. Even if nobody sees them or remembers them, that doesn’t matter. That trail will always be what happened, what we did, every choice. The past lives on forever. There’s no changing it.” — *location: 1820* ^ref-36881 --- Apologies weren’t welds; they were just an admission that something had been broken. Often between two people. — *location: 1827* ^ref-4776 --- Heroes didn’t win. The heroes were whoever happened to win. History told their story—the dead didn’t say a word. — *location: 2443* ^ref-34345 --- Sleep was a vehicle for passing the time, for avoiding the present. It was a trolley for the depressed, the impatient, and the dying. — *location: 4013* ^ref-6673 --- “Maybe the kinds of people who try to shape the world feel like they’re smarter than chaos itself.” — *location: 4493* ^ref-19275 ---