If you didn't have me to rake you over the coals now and then, there wouldn't be any fire in your life at all.

Love requires Context.

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

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.

He understood that the ghost existed first and foremost within his own head. That maybe ghosts always haunted minds, not places. If he wanted to take a shot at it, he’d have to turn the barrel against his own temple.

She just knew that even when you had nothing, you still had love.