The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have the power to wake it.

Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.

Any time you're throwin dirt you're losin ground.

He'd half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.

Well, I guess in all honesty I would have to say that I never knew nor did I ever hear of anybody that money didnt change.

The truth may often be carried about by those who themselves remain all unaware of it. They bear that which has weight and substance and yet for them has no name whereby it may be evoked or called forth. They go about ignorant of the true nature of their condition, such are the wiles of truth and such its stratagems.

Usually, you don't know where a book comes from ... it's just there, some kind of an itch that you can't quite scratch.