Guys like Henry and his buddies were an accident waiting to happen; the little kids' version of floods or tornadoes or gallstones.

Why' is a crooked letter and can't be made straight.

Some things were better lost than found.

As a species we're fundamentally insane. Put more than two of us in a room, we pick sides and start dreaming up reasons to kill one another. Why do you think we invented politics and religion?

The trick is to teach yourself to read in small sips as well as long swallows.

If being a kid is about learning how to live, then being a grown-up is about learning how to die.

Forced to define 'irrational subconscious,' I would say that it is a small padded room inside all of us, where the only furnishing is a small card table, and the only thing on the card table is a revolver loaded with flexible bullets.