Listening to it was like having a mud-slimed piece of silk drawn lightly back and forth across her face.

As infants, our first victory comes in grasping some bit of the world, usually our mother's fingers. Later we discover that the world, and the things of the world, are grasping us, and have been all along.

We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.

I simply think that there are things in this world that are relics. We have unsettling remnants of Atlantis. They have found things off Bermuda, great walls and things of that sort. This seems to indicate that there were races and cultures that went before us. And to me, that's an unsettling idea.

Even at eleven, he had observed that things turned out right a ridiculous amount of the time.

You discarded most of the lies along the way but held on to the one that said life mattered.

Some part of me knew from the first that what I wanted was not reality but myth.