...it was more like bleeding than crying.

I was sitting one day and thinking about cannibalism, because that's what guys like me do... and I thought, suppose a guy was washed up on a rocky island, how much of himself could he eat?

Description is what makes the reader a sensory participant in the story.

The essential and defining characteristic of childhood is not the effortless merging of dream and reality, but only alienation. There are no words for childhood's dark turns and exhalations. A wise child recognizes it and submits to the necessary consequences. A child who counts the cost is a child no longer.

No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves.

I think we rarely recognize the fifth business in our lives at the time those people are changing us.

The mystery of the universe is not time but size.