It's only the body that's gone. Only the body. There's a part that doesn't go in the ground, a part that stays inside you forever.

Her grey eyes sparkled with passion as she spoke. Sid looked into them and for a second he glimpsed her soul. He saw what she was - fierce and brave. Upright. Impatient. And good. So good that she would sit covered in gore, shout at dangerous men, and keep a long, lonely vigil - all to save the likes of him. He realized she was a rare creature, as rare as a rose in winter.

There is only one thing I fear now-love. For I have seen it and I have felt it and I know that it is love, not death, that undoes us.

The feeling that you get.... when you know something is happening that will change you, and you don't want it to, but you can't stop it. And you know, for the first time, that there will now be a before and an after, a was and a will be. And that you will never again quite be the same person you were.

We're not punished for our sins, lad. We're punished by them.

I struggled for a long time to get anything published.

History is a Rorschach test, people. What you see when you look at it tells you as much about yourself as it does about the past.