Time cures you first, and then it kills you.

God doesn’t need to punish us. He just grants us a long enough life to punish ourselves.

I believe with all my heart in delivering on my contract with my readers. They've got plenty of other things to do, so I had better give them a reason to turn every one of these 550 pages. This is my promise: I solemnly swear I'll make you laugh out loud at least once, cry a little in private, and burn whatever you left on the stove.

How is it right to slip free of an old skin and walk away from the scene of the crime? We came, we saw, we took away and we left behind, we must be allowed our anguish and our regrets.

This Forest eats itself and lives forever.

I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass. I crave to be rid of them.

Be careful what you give children, for sooner or later you are sure to get it back.