Quotes by Sean Stewart

“Jess really is the only thing that kept us somewhat close early on. In the third quarter, we went inside and she hit the shots. When everybody else was struggling, that was something consistent we could go to.”

“I thought that our effort wasnt there in the first three quarters, finally they put forth the effort in the fourth and really cut into the lead. We made a decent comeback, but at that point it was a little too late.”

“Coming into a new environment, I thought it was going to be a difficult transition. But these guys have embraced me like a brother. When I broke my jaw earlier this season, they were there for me in the hospital. They came to my house. Theyre like a band of brothers.”

They stood in the courtyard of Swangard Palace, too cold to be comfortable despite the sun, and they looked fully on one another, knowing that they were friends, and would always be.A lot of water under this bridge too, Mark thought, with something like awe. He was growing older. Old enough to feel the current of what had been flowing under him, leading to his future. Old enough to look back over his shoulder, and see his past behind him, and grieve for what was gone, and honour its memory.He felt, suddenly, how much it would hurt him if Val died; felt an echo of that pain, knowing that the Valerian he had known, fluffy and peering and hapless and altogether wonderful: this Valerian was already dying. Not physically, of course, but the man he remembered from that first night in Swangard Palace would be gone the next time they met, though his ghost would linger on in Val forever, and in their memories.Three cheers for ghosts, Mark thought. Three cheers for the dead.Of course Val would be much the same: better, even. As full of wonder and delight, with big pockets full of puzzles and fascinating stories about the lives of ants and ingenious designs for windmills that would do your washing. And they would still be friends, excellent friends. It could even be better next time.But it would never be the same.

The world is a giant eye, staring back at the stars. When it tires, it closes its lids--just as I am doing now--and gives way to dreams, which is why the night is so much more mysterious than the day.

Look for Joy: thats Gods echo, and his footprint. Happiness . . . happiness and wittiness and cleverness do not count for much when the darkness falls. Joy is tougher.

“He noticed Miss Bettie was wearing a watch, a steel Rolex with diamond chips. What time is it? he asked. Miss Bettie glanced at him and laughed. You do seem to have difficulty remembering, dont you? Well, then, I shall tell you. Its now, Joshua Cane. Always and only now.”