I talk to myself everyone once in a while. Give myself very good advice. Sometimes I even take it.

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

Stupidity isn't punishable by death. If it was, there would be a hell of a population drop.

Magic, if that was the right word, often rises and falls on your own belief in your abilities. I've seen very powerful people completely crippled by self-doubt.

Anyone who doesn't believe that the forest is a deadly place has never been lost in one.

Sometimes it's not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you and know, absolutely know, that the sound in the dark is a monster, and it really is as bad as you think. Did that sound hopeless? It didn't feel hopeless. It felt reassuring. It felt - real.

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