What took you so long?” Will asked when Evie came panting into the room. He and Jericho had assembled a stack of books, which they were tucking into Will’s attaché case. “I walked to Jerusalem for the Bible. I knew you’d want an original,” Evie snapped.

Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?

She smiled as sweetly as a show poster for the glorified, all-American Ziegfeld girl just before dumping her second cigarette into Wally’s fresh cup of coffee.

Why is it that some secrets can drown you while some pull you close to others in a way you never want to lose?

All the small, simple, conscious acts of living a sudden defense against the dying we do every day.

When the music is over, she keeps her head down till she finds her seat again, and I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.

Jeez, someone needs to push the reset button on this planet.