All the travelin I ever done is going around the coffeepot looking for the handle.

It's easier to die if others around you are dying.

...all them things I don't know could get you killed if I come to know them

Everybody that went away suffered a broken heart. "I'm coming back some day," they all wrote. But never did. The old life was too small to fit anymore.

If you get the landscape right, the characters will step out of it, and they'll be in the right place.

Anyway, there's something wrong with everybody and it's up to you to know what you can handle.

What we fear we often rage against.