The human mind is a powerful thing in many ways, but in others it's endlessly fragile—it takes only a single moment of pure terror to tear a hole in it, like a finger through a cobweb, leaving you forever just a shadow, a half-person.

Nobody cares. You shouldn't either.

One last breath. We all have to take one eventually. It was over.

Trust me-that toilet and me were best friends for the first few days I was here.

It's one of the things I love most about being an author - seeing the different covers from each country.

Don't need a degree in rocket science to do this job.

There always has to be someone to take the punches. That's how it works. It isn't fair, it isn't right, but that kid licking slop off the floor over there means that we get to eat in peace.