I imagine the world dividing into the people who want to feed their children, and the ones shooting at them.

I thought, I'm going to die. And, thinking that, I was determined to live.

Children, as I have said, use back ways and hidden paths, while adults take roads and official paths.

None of us exist in a world that is the same world that any of the rest of us live in. The world that's important is the world behind each of our eyes, which is something that none of the rest of us can access.

Everything he had ever done that had been better left undone. Every lie he had told — told to himself, or told to others. Every little hurt, and all the great hurts. Each one was pulled out of him, detail by detail, inch by inch. The demon stripped away the cover of forgetfulness, stripped everything down to truth, and it hurt more than anything.

If ever you get to be my age," said the old woman, "you will know all there is to know about regrets, and you will know that one more, here or there, will make no difference in the long run.

You're sick. Sick and evil and weird.