Only children tell the whole truth, you know. That's what makes them children.

Overhead was a sky blacker than jewlers' velvet, and a billion stars screamed down.

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.

God pisses down the back of your neck every day but only drowns you once.

Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.

A lot of us grow up and we grow out of the literal interpretation that we get when we're children, but we bear the scars all our life. Whether they're scars of beauty or scars of ugliness, it's pretty much in the eye of the beholder.

And she sees that the moonlight is losing its orange glow. It has become buttery, and will soon turn to silver.