Those who can forget the past are way ahead of the rest of us.

You could stab a knife right through my heart and you'd be too late.

It's not living alone if you keep a rifle under the bed.

And the more she could imagine this island, the less she liked the real world. The more she could imagine the people, the less she liked any real people.

A minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.

Picture anybody growing up so stupid he didn't know that hope is just another phase you'll grow out of.

Anytime my work can coax bodily fluids out of someone, I'm happy.