It was such an unexpected and genuine smile that if I only had a soul I'm sure I would have felt quite guilty.

I waved to everybody. Some of them even waved back. They knew me, had seen me go by before, always cheerful, a big hello for everybody. He was such a nice man. Very friendly. I can’t believe he did those horrible things . . .

And so as much as I can, I care about her, dear Deborah. It's probably not love, but I would rather she were happy.

A man who discovers his pants are on fire tends to have very little time to worry about somebody else's box of matches

And as always seems to happen when I have reached the point where I am ready to take decisive action, everything began to happen at once.

No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.

…a cheerful black shadow reared up behind him as he spoke, thundering a happy challenge to my Dark Passenger, which slid forward and bellowed back.