He understood well enough how a man with a choice between pride and responsibility will almost always choose pride--if responsibility robs him of his manhood.

I don't like the idea that I am going to come back as an ant or a sparrow if I don't get along in the great karma of life.

So what, ghosts can't hurt you. That's what I thought then.

There was a lot they didn’t tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart.

Belief in the supernatural or belief in wild talents like precognition and telepathy and telekinesis and things like that, it seems to me that belief in those things is just very, very freeing.

He was a romantic in his own harsh way…yet he was also realist enough to know that some times love actually did conquer all.

What is writing? Writing is telepathy.