There are things that are too terrible to remember, and there are things that are almost too wonderful to recall.

Because we will die, but at least we will die unbroken.

It's like a cockroach working up a plan to defeat the shoe on its way down to crush it.

Tampons. I’m constantly worrying about my stash and if I’ll be able to find more.

And red is not the color of apples or roses or the dresses that pretty girls wear in the summertime. That is not the color of red at all.

You are the human clay," Vosch whispers fiercely in my ear. "And I am Michelangelo. I am the master builder, and you will be my masterpiece.

I'm not encouraged by the silence. I can think of no benign reason for it. I'm afraid we may expect something closer to Christopher Columbus's arrival in the Americas than a scene from Close Encounters, and we all know how that turned out for the Native Americans.