Obviously, not everybody who dies becomes a ghost, otherwise those who are psychic would be aware of shouldering through deep crowds of assorted shades every time they moved.

The law should be the point at which savagery ended because civilization stood in its path.

Obviously, not everybody who dies becomes a ghost, otherwise those who are psychic would be aware of shouldering through deep crowds of assorted shades every time they moved.

Truth travels slowly and gets weaker as it goes. Suitable lies are strong and run faster.

I yield to nobody in my admiration for God, but he's no good in bed.

The scar, and her indifference to it, did something extraordinary for her, just as damage to some art object threw into relief how beautiful it had once been, tarnishing and tempering her face with the reminder of what humanity did to lovely things and how they bore it.

Alcoholism plus criminality plus whatever caused both in the first place form a combination that is very nearly happy-ending-proof.