Memories are contrary things; if you quit chasing them and turn your back, they often return on their own.

I can remember being home from school with tonsillitis and writing stories in bed to pass the time.

Time heals all wounds.

Terrifying. . . . A Dark Matter is populated with vivid, sympathetic characters, and driven by terrors both human and supernatural. It's the kind of book that's impossible to put down once it has been picked up. It kept me reading far into the night. Straub builds otherworldly terror without ever losing touch with his attractive cast of youngsters, who age beautifully. Put this one high on your list.

My father had taught me - mostly by example - that if a man wanted to be in charge of his life, he had to be in charge of his problems.

He began to cry, not hysterically or screaming as people cry when concealed rage with tears, but with continuous sobs who has just discovered that he's alone and will be for long. He cried because safety and reason seemed to have left the world. Loneliness was a reality, but in this situation madness was also remotely a possibility.

We never cease wanting what we want, whether it's good for us or not.