For several long moments we remained locked together, and I think I covered her hair with small sacred kisses, her perfume crucifying me with memories.

Everything we do in life, we do with certain expectations.

Maybe that's what Hell is. You go mad. And all your demons come and get you just as fast as you can think them up.

Hell's Bells ringing, my secret music.

When we love and want nothing but good for that person, it's one of the greatest gifts we possess.

Give me a man or woman who has read a thousand books and you give me an interesting companion. Give me a man or woman who has read perhaps three and you give me a very dangerous enemy indeed.

The truth is, laughter always sounds more perfect than weeping. Laughter flows in a violent riff and is effortlessly melodic. Weeping is often fought, choked, half strangled, or surrendered to with humiliation.