You don't get explanations in real life. You just get moments that are absolutely, utterly, inexplicably odd.

I think you're doing better than you were the last time we saw you. You're growing a new heart, for a start.

Nice' in a bodyguard is about as useful as the ability to regurgitate whole lobsters.

Fiction takes us to places that we would never otherwise go, and puts us behind eyes that are not our own.

But I have always thought that these tulips must have had names. They were red, and orange and red, and red and orange and yellow, like the ember in a nursery fire of a winter's evening. I remember them.

What I say is, a town isn't a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it's got a bookstore it knows it's not fooling a soul.

Leave no path untaken.