You think you know someone. But mostly you just know what you want to know.

Horror was rooted in sympathy . . . in understanding what it would be like to suffer the worst.

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

You can't let facts get in the way of the truth.

Pick a sin we can both live with, is what I ask.

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.

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