He tried to listen to the conversations going on at the table and he found that he could no longer concentrate on what anyone was saying and which was worse that he was not interested in any of what he was able to hear.

You musn’t be afraid of the dark.’ ‘I’m not,’ said Shadow. ‘I’m afraid of the people in the dark.

I think if you decide that any book is about Only One Thing you're probably wrong. Even if that thing is in there.

I couldn't get you to the ocean, but there was nothing stopping me bringing the ocean to you.

Daisy looked up at him with the kind of expression that Jesus might have given someone who had just explained that he was probably allergic to bread and fishes, so could He possibly do him a quick chicken salad.

I loved the sound of the words, even if I was not entirely sure what all of them meant.

And life is a good thing for a writer. It's where we get our raw material, for a start. We quite like to stop and watch it.