I have any number of completely dark obsessions and fascinations, and none of this was present in my profile or my growing profile as a writer.

It's different being afraid when there's the hope it will amount to something.

It happened fast. Thirty-two minutes for one world to die, another to be born.

Kittredge had obviously misjudged her, but he had learned that was the way with most people. The story was never the story, and it surprised you, how much another person could carry.

There was something in the pages of these books that had the power to make him feel better about things, a life raft to cling to before the dark currents of memory washed him downstream again, and on brighter days, he could even see himself going on this way for some time. A small but passable life. And then, of course, the end of the world happened.

Because that's what heaven is...it's opening the door of a house in twilight and everyone you love is there.

The military was all about hierarchies, who urinated highest on the hydrant