...and the night is so deep and dark that I wonder if the sun will ever come up.

For a moment, I panic. It's that feeling of falling when you know without question, that you've lost control of your car, or made a mistake that's beyond repair. 'What do I do now?' I ask desperately. 'Tell me! What do I do now?' He remains calm. He looks at me closely and says, 'Keep living, Ed... It's only the pages that stop here.

The bittersweetness of uncertainty: To win or to lose.

Around us I can sniff out a savagery in the noisy southern air. It knifes it's way into my nose, but I do not bleed blood. It's fear I bleed, and it gushes out over my lip. I wipe it away, in a hurry.

A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.

Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver.

It's not the place, I think. It's the people. We'd have all been the same anywhere else.