Her sanity was a fragile thing, a butterfly cupped in her hands, that she carried with her everywhere, afraid of what would happen if she let it go-or got careless and crushed it.

A pamphlet, no matter how good, is never read more than once, but a song is learned by heart and repeated over and over. And I maintain that if a person can put a few common sense facts into a song and dress them up in a cloak of humor, he will succeed in reaching a great number of workers who are too unintelligent or too indifferent to read.

Terror is the desire to save your own ass, but horror is rooted in sympathy.

He understood that the ghost existed first and foremost within his own head. That maybe ghosts always haunted minds, not places. If he wanted to take a shot at it, he’d have to turn the barrel against his own temple.

And he paddled away in his douche canoe.

Were talking about an attitude. Delayed gratification is there, planning, be able to give up something now to get something later.

She liked things that had been written by people who had lived short, ugly, and tragic lives. Or, who at least, were English.