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

But you could only remake your own future, not anyone else's, and for some people that just wasn't good enough.

I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

But if you seek forgiveness, doesn't that automatically mean you cannot be a monster? By definition, doesn't that desperation make you human again?

I'm too much of a coward to kill myself. And too much of a coward to live

Fiction allows for moral questioning, but through the back door. Personally, I like books that make you think - books you're still wondering about three days after you finish them; books you hand to a friend and say "Read this, so we can talk about it."

This was the reason there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that didn't have words big enough to describe them.