I do not mean to mock or ridicule your life's work, for in one way at least it mimics my own: We have dedicated our lives to the pursuit of phantoms. The difference is the nature of those phantoms. Mine exist between other men's ears; yours live solely between your own.

Because promises matter. They matter now more than ever.

In every creepy movie ever made, the barn is the prime nesting ground for the things you don't know you're looking for and always regret finding.

If I had faced it then, I wouldn't be facing it now, but sooner or later you have to choose between running and facing the thing you thought you could not face.

Sometimes in my tent, late at night, I think I can hear the stars scraping against the sky.

If the world breaks a million and one promises, can you trust the million and second?

Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it.