Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you've finished just to stay near it.

Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it.

I like that every page in every book can have a gem on it. It's probably what I love most about writing--that words can be used in a way that's like a child playing in a sandpit, rearranging things, swapping them around. They're the best moments in a day of writing -- when an image appears that you didn't know would be there when you started work in the morning.

Clearly," said Arthur,"you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.

I see Death as the part of us that knows all the time that we're going to die, reminding us to live properly.

It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding.

She closes the door completely, and I crouch there. I allow myself to fall forward and rest my head on the door frame. My breath bleeds. My heartbeat drowns my ears.