There’s always a choice. That’s God’s way, always will be. Your will is still free. Do as you will. There’s no set of leg-irons on you. But... this is what God wants of you.

Lover," she whispers, and closes her eyes. It falls upon her. Love is like dying.

At the time we’re stuck in it, like hostages locked in a Turkish bath, high school seems the most serious business in the world to just about all of us. It’s not until the second or third class reunion that we start realizing how absurd the whole thing was.

If you're going into a very dark place, then you should take a bright light, and shine it on everything. If you don't want to see, why in God's name would you dare the dark at all?

How many have to die before we will give up these dangerous toys?

The most important things to remember about back story are that (a) everyone has a history and (b) most of it isn’t very interesting.

Perfect paranoia is perfect awareness.