In this world only the paranoid survive.

Each reader needs to bring his or her own mind and heart to the text.

If she possessed any memory whatsoever of the days when she'd been whole, her shattered recollections were scattered across the darkscape of her mind in fragments so minuscule that she could no more easily piece them together than she could gather from the beach all the tiny chips of broken seashells, worn to polished flakes by ages of relentless tides, and reassemble them into their original architectures.

Not all or even most suffering is at the hands of fate; it befalls us at our invitation.

He said, if you allow yourself to be enchanted by the beauty to be seen in even ordinary things, then all things proved to be extraordinary.

I think the world is full of evil people. I think in some ways we're in more danger now than before.

In self-defense and in defense of the innocent, cowardice is the only sin.