I mean, when the world comes for your children, with the knives out, it's your job to stand in the way.

I mean, when the world comes for your children, with the knives out, it's your job to stand in the way.

That was one thing you found out when you were stoned, or wasted, or feverish: that the world was always turning and that only a healthy mind could block out the sickening whirl of it.

There's only room for one hero in this story-and everyone knows the devil doesn't get to be the good guy.

All the world is made of music. We are all strings on a lyre. We resonate. We sing together.

Sooner or later a black car came for everyone.

He paused, twisting his goatee, considering the law in Deuteronomy that forbade clothes with mixed fibers. A problematic bit of Scripture. A matter that required thought. "Only the devil wants man to have a wide range of lightweight and comfortable styles to choose from," he murmured at last, trying out a new proverb. "Although there may be no forgiveness for polyester. On this one matter, Satan and the Lord are in agreement.