Nation by Terry Pratchett

I confess.  I’ve dog-eared this book.  This exquisite, deep, moving book.  Passage after passage of brilliant phrases.  I’ve been compelled to write them down, tuck them in safe places, hold them close.  Ahhh…

“Ah, good one!  I must answer, mustn’t I?  Because you liked my blue Jupiter.  Because we keep going.  Because we’ve come so far and have such a long way still to go.  Because there are stars and blue hermit crabs.  Because you are here, and strong and clever.  The joy of the moment.  Those sorts of things.”