"They drove past a number of small towns, as well as a few large towns that used to be small. In between the towns was endless farm country, field after field of young crops that would grow and grow, eventually be harvested, and finally be replaced with different crops the following season.
"Reynie, without meaning to, kept thinking the same things. A town is still a town even if it's a bigger town. A field is still a field even if the crop is different. Friends are still friends even if their circumstances change. All those things seemed true, yet at the same time all seemed mysterious. No matter how much you know, he thought, there's always more that you don't."
--Trenton Lee Stewart, The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Riddle of Ages, pp. 233-234
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