Five hundred souls. I carried them in my fingers, like suitcases. Or I'd throw them over my shoulder. It was only the the children I carried in my arms.
Stealing it, in a sick kind of sense, was like earning it.
Personally, I like a chocolate-colored sky, dark, dark chocolate.
I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit.
I try hard and aim big. People can hate or love my books but they can never accuse me of not trying.