Giving up something that no longer serves a purpose, or protects you, or helps you, isn’t giving up at all, it’s growing up.

Sometimes it's not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you.

I wondered if I had offended him. I wondered if I cared.

When you spend all your time worrying that the devil is right behind you, eventually you start seeing him whether he's there or not.

[Roland] jerked back too fast to see, and his fist was suddenly connecting with my chin. I didn't pass out, but my body went limp. Part of me was screaming silently. The other part was saying, 'Oh, what pretty trees.

He'd kill you all right. No sweat. But for the wrong reasons. Amateur's reasons. Of course, you'll be just as dead.

Is this a private fight, or can anyone join?