"The streets of the intersection in which he finds himself stretch away in windswept concrete ribbons that dwindle and fade into the horizon—south to the bridge that spans the river, north to the parched flat of what were once cornfields, east towards the remains of Reagan's hometown, and west to the Mississippi and the Great Plains." Prologue, p. 1.

"The man looks the town over as he would a corpse, remembering it when it was still vital." Prologue, p. 2.

"You leave as many empty seats as possible between yourself and death." Prologue, p. 5.

"There were all different kinds of forest creatures, Pick had told her once. Even if he hadn't told her exactly what they were. So, did that mean there were some made of flesh and blood? Did it mean some were human, like her?" Ch. 2, pp. 29-30.

"The park had seemed much bigger then, a...