Innocence ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, you know. Innocent little kids rip the wings off flies, because they don’t know any better. That’s innocence

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.

The soul is an irrational, indivisible equation that perfectly expresses one thing: you. The soul would be no good to the devil if it could be destroyed. And it is not lost when placed in Satan's care, as is so often said. He always know exactly how to put his finger on it.

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

The best way to get even with anyone is to put them in the rearview mirror on your way to something better.

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.

What a blessed if painful thing, this business of being alive.