Writing is a hellish task, best snuck up on, whacked on the head, robbed and left for dead.

Do you think there's such a thing as a ghost who masquerades as a person? Do you believe that there are people whose bodies are still alive here on earth but whose souls are already in hell?

The thief you must fear the most is not the one who steals mere things.

Piece by piece living is hard to do. It may even feel like the hardest thing. But it has this going for it: you never need to know what it is you're carrying on your shoulders.

The world should not be organized to require heroines, and when one is required but fails to appear, we should not judge.

Hope is a gift. You can't choose to have it. To believe and yet to have no hope is to thirst beside a fountain.

Lies like that are not a sin, they are a sacrifice.