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.

an expression of surprise falls from her face, though she's trying to keep it. it breaks off and she seems to catch it and fidget with it in her hands.

It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them

The commitment had disappeared, and although he still watched the imagined glory of stealing, she could see now he was not believing. He was trying to believe it, and that’s never a good sign.

The thrill of being ignored!

You can do anything when it's not real. When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the ground.

People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.