You build your world around someone, and then what happens when he disappears? Where do you go-into pieces, into atoms, into the arms of another man? You go shopping, you cook dinner, you work odd hours, you make love to someone else on June nights. But you're not really there.

You cannot dispute the ridiculous. You cannot argue reasonably with evil.

Just because something is unspoken doesn't mean that it disappears.

Most people know that Ray Bradbury is one of my favorite authors.

I thought of the bowl of water my mother taught me to look into. It was true, everything a person ever needed to know was right there in a single bowl small enough to fit in the palm of one hand.

If we had paid attention, we would have understood there are some things in this world you cannot outrun.

The sky is already purple; the first few stars have appeared, suddenly, as if someone had thrown a handful of silver across the edge of the world.