Mister, we deal in lead.

Story is honorable and trustworthy; plot is shifty, and best kept under house arrest.

We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long.

She felt like someone who drowns remembering what it was like to still be on the boat, so calm and at ease, so carelessly safe

Don't let the sun go down without saying thank you to someone, and without admitting to yourself that absolutely no one gets this far alone.

So what, ghosts can't hurt you. That's what I thought then.

Love didn't grow very well in a place where there was only fear