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

Do you believe in an afterlife?" the gunslinger asked him as Brown dropped three ears of hot corn onto his plate. Brown nodded. "I think this is it.

It's like many other things in life, Ellie. You keep on the path and all's well. You get off it and the next thing you know you're lost if you're not lucky.

If I have to spend time in purgatory before going to one place or the other, I guess I'll be all right as long as there's a lending library.

... suicide gets in the air sometimes. Like a cold germ.

Now panic beats and flutters inside my skull like a flock of starlings locked in an attic.

Sarcastic people tend to be marshmallows underneath the armor