Q: Why do you like chocolate so much? A: The answer, clearly, is because I've tasted chocolate.

This book will not harm you unless someone throws it at you which is a possibilty never to be discounted.

This new condition, this unwilled silence, had fallen over him ten days ago. The day Cass had gone into the hospital. The day she had fallen into a coma.

Despite my vanity, I fear for my sanity.

Death is like an old dog. He always knows when you are at his door.

But there were other, vaguer, harder-to-pin-down feelings, like: a pit in the stomach that means something is either really good or really bad or both. A feeling of being old and young at once. A sense of beginnings and endings happening at the same time. A certainty that your life is changing, but an uncertainty about how it's changing and whether you want it to.

Whether it’s chocolate or socks, the rule is the same; the darker the better.