He didn't look the least bit tired. A morning person, even after no sleep at all. It was disgusting.

Assuming the worst was always safer. And usually truer.

He's not going to shoot us in the back by accident, is he?" Deputy Coltrain asked. I smiled, not sweetly. "He promised not to.

[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.

They say not to look back, but if you’re not sure what lies ahead, what else is there but looking back?

who is the love of my life? Maybe I don't have one. Maybe it's not love at all. But if it's not love, then what is it? I wish I knew.

was a clear, pale blue like the eyes of a Siberian husky dog. Human beings just didn't have eyes like that.