I ask for trust. It is a lot, I know; it isn't easy to give. But it is all I ask.

A story isn't a charcoal sketch, where every stroke lies on the surface to be seen. It's an oil painting, filled with layers that the author must uncover so carefully to show its beauty.

Aubrey's voice when he answered was soft. "I'm one of the reasons they wouldn't dare.

I'm standing in a slaughterhouse where the cattle are begging to become hamburgers. I have a right to be jumpy.

White pill, blue pill, yellow pill, purple pill; its like swallowing a rainbow every bedtime.

Your mother all but accused me of something that is, among my kind, the highest crime a man can commit. There is no trial, only punishment, because it is considered better to let an innocent man die than let a guilty one live." (Page 79.)

Love is the strongest emotion any creature can feel except for hate, but hate can't hurt you. Love, and trust, and friendship, and all the other emotions humans value so much, are the only emotions that can bring pain. Only love can break a heart into so many pieces.