Nothing haunts us like the things we don't say.

I seem to have very few casual readers, only passionate and appreciative ones.

She was like a wound beneath an old bandage, and he had grown more used to the bandage.

People don’t die because of loyalty.” They don’t?” She smiled. “Religion? Government? Are we not loyal to such things, sometimes to the death?” Eddie shrugged. Better,” she said, “to be loyal to one another.

Miracles happen quietly every day - in an operating room, on a stormy sea, in the sudden appearance of a road side stranger. They are rarely tallied. No one keeps score.

I don't know what it is about food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make - pancakes, meat loaf, tuna salad - but it carries a certain taste of memory.

For as spiritual as some people think my books are, I've never really dealt with religious things.