The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there... and still on your feet.

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.

Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.

Sometimes there is absolutely no difference at all between salvation and damnation.

Home is watching the moon rise over the open, sleeping land and having someone you can call to the window, so you can look together. Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.

That's not such a bad thing,' he said to me. 'In nightmares we can think the worst. That's what they're for, I guess.

They had become a fixed star in the shifting firmament of the high school's relationships, the acknowledged Romeo and Juliet. And she knew with sudden hatefulness that there was one couple like them in every white suburban high school in America.