Let me know if you're going to do something stupid, kid, 'cause I'll ditch you like that.

Only another twenty thousand or so days of this to go.

Better to be a spirit with the earth beneath you than a corpse pinned tight by the weight of the world.

Gettting to know your characters is so much more important than plotting. Working out every detail of your story in advance, especially when you don't yet know your main characters, always seems a little too much like playing God. You're working out your characters' lives, their destiny, before they've had a chance to discover who they are and what kind of people they want to be.

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

Just take it from me," Donovan said. "Stay well clear of the warden. Some here think he's the devil. I don't, I don't believe in that religious talk, but I know evil when I see it. He's something rotten they dragged from the bowels of the earth, something they patched together from darkness and filth. He'll be the death of us all, every single one of us here in Furnace. Only question is when." "I know one thing," I added. "The warden certainly brings out peoples dramatic sides." Zee and Donovan both laughed through their noses.

And when reality goes, sanity has no reason.