Worry is fear in disguise. And fear will eat you from the inside out if you let it.

Karrin, eh?" Thomas asked. I nodded. "She's real serious about order. A man dying, she can understand. A man coming back. That's different." "Isn't she Catholic?" Thomas asked. "Don't they have a guy?

You don't take your cat with you to go bird shopping. Not because the cat isn't polite, but because he's a cat.

So?" Bob said. "Hat up, go kill her. Problem solved." "Bob," I said. "You can't just go around killing people." "I know. That's why you should do it." "No, no. I can't go around killing people, either.

Sticks and stones and small caliber bullets may break my bones... Words will never, et cetera.

Something like this will test you like nothing else," Mac said. "You're going to find out who you are, Harry. You're going to find out which principles you'll stand by to your death--and which lines you'll cross." He took my empty glass away and said, "You're heading into the badlands. It'll be easy to get lost.

Discretion is the better part of not getting exsanguinated.