I will be waiting by candlelight in our tree house of the mind.

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

When you think about it, most of the good ideas came along to make sin a whole lot easier.

Was there any human urge more pitiful-or more intense- than wanting another chance at something?

You'll have pie in the sky when you die.

It bewildered Ig, the idea that a person could not be interested in music. It was like not being interested in happiness.

It was something... the way a person's life picked up speed, the way a life was like a bullet aimed at one final target, impossible to slow or turn aside, and like the bullet, you were ignorant of what you were going to hit, would never know anything except the rush and the impact.