...she opened the door very slowly and carefully, half hiding behind it, as if badly frightened of what might be waiting for her on the other side. And considering that it was me waiting, this showed rare common sense.

For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid— like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.

And as we should all know by now, anytime you predict failure you have an excellent chance of being right.

The mind picks some very bad times to take a walk doesn't it?

It revealed a cruelty that really made one wonder if the universe was such a good idea after all.

I was never more alive than when the Dark Passenger was driving.

Dying makes everyone weaker, subject to painful insight, and not always insight into any kind of special truth - it's just the approaching end that makes people want to believe they are seeing something in the line of a great revelation.