Be true, be brave, stand All the rest is darkness.

He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts.

No one can be as intellectually slothful as a really smart person

Each life makes its own immitation of immortality.

Lying in the bed that had once held two, Lisey thought alone never felt more lonely than when you woke up and discovered you still had the house to yourself. That you and the mice in the walls were the only ones still breathing.

Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as enemies and equals?

Jesus watches from the wall, But his face is cold as stone, And if he loves me As she tells me Why do I feel so all alone?