When you write a book, you spend day after day scanning and identifying the trees. When you’re done, you have to step back and look at the forest.

Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.

Pride was the belt you used to hold your pants up when you had no pants.

The poets continually and sometimes wilfully mistake love. Love is the old slaughterer.

Sometimes there is absolutely no difference at all between salvation and damnation.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

Zombies are the new vampire.