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

Who knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers.

Music [is] the third rail of life. You grabbed it to shock yourself out of the dull drag of hours. To feel something. To burn with all the emotions you didn't get to experience in the ordinary run of school, TV, and loading the dishwasher after dinner.

Taking a thing apart is always faster than putting something together. This is true of everything except marriage.

I will die like a true-blue rebel. Don't waste any time in mourning - organize.

Already, though, she understood the difference between being a child and being an adult. The difference is when someone says he can keep the bad things away, a child believes him.

Maybe all the schemes of the devil were nothing compared to what man could think up.