The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory.

I was surprised. I'd always associated belief in heaven with, frankly, a kind of intellectual disengagement. But Gus wasn't dumb.

He told me this while ripping through his duffel bag, throwing clothes into drawers with reckless abandon. Chip did not believe in having a sock drawer or a T-shirt drawer. He believed that all drawers were created equal and filled each with whatever fit. My mother would have died.

The last time I was this scared, I peed myself." "The last time I was this scared," Radar says, "I actually had to face a Dark Lord in order to make the world safe for wizards.

YOU are valuable and rare and worthy of love.

He puts the killing thing in his mouth but doesn't give it the power to kill him.

She taught me everything I knew about crawfish and kissing and pink wine and poetry. She made me different.