Beating heroin is child's play compared to beating your childhood.

Lying in the bed that had once held two, Lisey thought alone never felt more lonely than when you woke up and discovered you still had the house to yourself. That you and the mice in the walls were the only ones still breathing.

We either learn to accept or we end up writing letters home with crayons.

It's dialogue that gives your cast their voices, and is crucial in defining their characters.

I like to think that good people win. But even good people have other sides. Most people will slow down to get a good look at an accident, even though they won't admit it.

An idea is like a cold germ: sooner or later someone always catches it.

He was a clot looking for a place to happen, a splinter of bone hunting a soft organ to puncture, a lonely lunatic cell looking for a mate - they would set up housekeeping and raise themselves a cozy little malignant tumor.