Jack Finney

“It was a world of shadows, a world of whispers, a world of fear.”

“Sleep. To lie down and shut out the noise and confusion, or the memory of it. To lie down and roll over into the quiet dark, letting the bad thoughts fade.”

“The city is a living thing, a giant organism. It breathes, it eats, it sleeps, it dreams. And sometimes, it has nightmares.”

“Am I the only one left who's still human?”

“I believe in the past. I believe that it's still there, waiting for us to find it.”

“I'm not going to let them win. I'm not going to let them turn me into one of them. I'm going to fight them.”

“For the past is a country with its own customs and its own laws, and it is not to be trifled with.”

“It may be that the past is a country from which we have all emigrated, that its loss is part of our common humanity.”

“The grand canyon of the Hudson, I thought, and I felt a sudden surge of pride in my city. A city that could carve a canyon like this out of solid rock.”

“Names are a trap, you see. They're a way of putting people in a box.”