Yesterday was a memory. Tomorrow was a hope. Today was another day to live and do one's best to love

Jericho Barrons was my poison now.

No way. I'm not going in there. I draw the line at grave-robbing, Barrons. It's not your pen.

The inspector ate only two of my tiny sandwiches: the first because he hadnt expected it to taste so awful; the second, I think, because hed thought surely the first must have been a mistake.

I have studied humans for a small eternity. Intent infuses their every movement. Road maps to their inner navigation, plastered all over their skin. Born to be slaves.

One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can't breathe around it and you realize you don't need air.

I want you to go to the Ancient Languages Department at Trinity College tomorrow morning, Ms.Lane.