Human beings may be miserable specimens, in the main, but we can learn, and, through learning, become decent people.

Maybe she couldn't know who she was today. Maybe it was enough to know that she was no longer who she was before.

Where ideas are real and reality is shadow.

Grief,she reminded herself, is almost always for the mourner's loss.

Evil people naturally assume that you will use that power exactly as they would use it.

He’d undone all he could. You can be sorry, and you can be forgiven, but you can’t call back the futures that your bad decisions lost

The worst thing about the fantasies of the mentally ill is that they're so damned consistent. They never let up. They never give you any rest.