I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other. We found each other in the dark.

Hapscomb's Texaco sat on Number 93 just north of Arnette, a pissant four-street burg about 110 miles from Houston.

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

That's the curse of the reading class. We can be seduced by a good story even at the most inopportune moments.

But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don’t think it’s in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart.

If life teaches anything at all it teaches that there are so many happy endings that the man who believes that there is no God needs his rationality called into serious question.

God always punishes us for what we can't imagine.