The rain was still crashing down, angrily machine-gunning the large windows; it poured through the gutters up in the tower and funneled along the flat roof, sounding like footsteps on the ceiling.

It might have been that notion, or just chance, or its more flamboyant relative, destiny.

Sometimes we think people are like lottery tickets, that they're there to make our most absurd dreams come true.

People only disappear when they have somewhere to go

In small towns, news travels at the speed of boredom.

There are two things in life you cannot choose. The first is your enemies; the second your family. Sometimes the difference between them is hard to see, but in the end time will show you that the cards you have been dealt could always have been worse.

that as long as we are being remembered, we remain alive.