I'm suddenly finding it hard to know the difference between nightmares and consciousness.

Maybe hope isn't the most dangerous thing a person can have. Maybe love is.

I can almost see what Gabriel meant when he asked, 'What has the free world got that you can’t get here?' Almost. Freedom, Gabriel. That’s what you can’t get here.

We figure out what death means when we're born, practically, and we live our whole lives in some kind of weird denial about it.

And if I have to die trying, I will get out of here.

She smiles at our husband as she moves, and he blushes, overcome by her beauty. But I know what her smile really means...Her smile is her revenge.

It was a terrible decision, and I confess I'd make it again.