A lie took two parties - the weaver of the tale and the sucker who so badly wanted to believe it.

Jacob's room is the place entropy goes to die.

I think that ordinary people who are placed in extraordinary circumstances find themselves pushed beyond their limits, and learn new truths about themselves.

You can't hate someone until you know what it might be like to love them.

I understand better than she'd imagine that history is indelible. You can mask it; you can patch it smooth and clear; but you always know what's hidden underneath.

If he says jump, she doesn't even ask "How high?" She goes out and buys a pogo stick.

Things break all the time. Glass and dishes and fingernails. Cars and contracts and potato chips. You can break a record, a horse, a dollar. You can break the ice. There are coffee breaks and lunch breaks and prison breaks. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Chains can be broken. So can silence, and fever... promises break. Hearts break.