Maybe that's why God made us kids first and built us close to the ground, because He knows you got to fall down a lot and bleed a lot before you learn that one simple lesson. You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for... and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.

And I guess you judge how well you're doing by how well you sleep at night... and what your dreams are like.

My books depend on someone in danger, putting pieces together and figuring things out. They do a lot of thinking, and that gets lost in the movie.

I do not kill with my gun; He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.

They were trying to run, trying to hide. But the rock would not hide them; the dead tree gave no shelter.

She did not know if her gift came from the lord of light or of darkness, and now, finally finding that she didn't care which, she wad overcome with almost indescribable relief, as if a huge weight, long carried, had slipped from her shoulders.

The late afternoon sunlight, warm as oil, sweet as childhood.