And it's really very difficult to kill someone when all your inner instincts would oblige you to take off your hat first!
Great beauty is often perceived by human senses as pain.
In point of fact I was a perfectly devoted and dutiful little Catholic—until the day I learned that animals have no souls.
I can make anything disappear, if I really want to.
I had reached up and pulled the castle of dreams down around him.
Memories are like fireflies darting across the surface of my mind, showing me here and there images so sharp and vivid that I catch my breath in wonder before the vignette disappears, sinking like a pebble into the quicksand of regret and recrimination.