But fear doesn't need doors and windows. It works from the inside.

Sooner or later,reality does occor and when it does, all the lies show up, like blood on snow.

Dave couldn't remember the last time a grownup had apologized to him.

I have my own story, and I love my story, but I know I can't tell it alone, not now. Because stories have centers, but they don't have edges. No boundaries.

Two wrongs don't make a right, but don't three lefts make a right? Two wrongs don't make a right, but don't two negatives make a positive?

It is not good to have TOO MUCH of anything.

Darkness is only light's absence.