People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues.

I have these realistic dreams and snap wide awake in the middle of the night. And for a while I can't work out what's real and what isn't... That kind of feeling. Do you have any idea what I'm saying?

Then she took my hand and touched it to the wound beside her eye. I caressed the half-inch scar. As I did so, the waves of her consciousness pulsed through my fingertips and into me - a delicate resonance of longing. Probably someone should take this girl in his arms and hold her tight, I thought. Probably someone other than me. Someone qualified to give her something. "Goodbye, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. See you again sometime.

He felt as if his heart had dried up. I needed her he thought. I needed someone like her to fill the void inside me. But I wasn’t able to fill the void inside her. Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.

Our faces were no more than ten inches apart but she was lightyears away from me.

But didn't you say you were satisfied with your life?" "Word games," I dismissed. "Every army needs a flag.

Good style happens in one of two ways: the writer either has an inborn talent or is willing to work herself to death to get it.