Killing a man should be harder than waving a length of pipe in their direction. It should take long enough for one's conscience to get in the way.

We devolve into animals when we creep near to death.

That's the problem with the truth," Darcy said. "Liars and honest men both claim to have it.

It was a sad loss, this illusion of importance, a humbling blow.

Run, we think, as buildings crumble. Run, as people perish.

Statistics were magic like this: they could tell you with near-certainty that a thing would occur, without a hint of when or where.

It turned out that some crooked things looked even worse when straightened. Some tangled knots only made sense once unraveled.