She was tired of everyone wanting to go to heaven, nobody wanting to die. The only thing worth grieving over, she said, was that sometimes there was more beauty in this life than the world could bear.
Good days, they come around the oddest corners.
With all respects to heaven, I like it here.
Pain's nothing. Pain's what you give, not what you get.
You can count the dead, but you can't count the cost. We've got no math for Heaven.
The city was bigger than its buildings, bigger than its inhabitants too. It had its own nuances. It accepted whatever came its way, the crime and the violence and the little shocks of good that crawled out from underneath the everyday.