We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.

You’ve always got me” “Always?” “Didn’t I just say so?” “Yes” “Am I liar? “ “No.” I lied.

Let the mad find wisdom in their madness for the sane, and let the sane be grateful.

She's...just a girl, you know. Like most girls: something and nothing.

Books should make somebody look at how they feel, be honest with themselves.

I've always thought that sex and horror belonged together.

..She had that brand of pragmatism that would find her the first brewing tea after Armageddon.