Without story books is like a person with no soul.

God is cruel. Sometimes he makes you live.

The truth is in the details.

We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why. Not until the future eats the present, anyway. We know when it's too late.

And suddenly it didn't seem to matter any more, nothing would matter if she could turn over, turn over and see the stars, turn over and look once and die.

Schizoid behavior is a pretty common thing in children. It's accepted, because all we adults have this unspoken agreement that children are lunatics.

It always comes down to just two choices. Get busy living, or get busy dying.