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

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

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

And he paddled away in his douche canoe.

The soul may not be destroyed. The soul goes on forever. Like the number pi, it is without cessation or conclusion. Like pi it is a constant. Pi is an irrational number, incapable of being made into a fraction, impossible to divide from itself. So, too, the soul is an irrational, indivisible equation that perfectly expresses one thing: you.

The difference between childhood and adulthood, Vic had come to believe, was the difference between imagination and resignation. You traded one for the other and lost your way.

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