What do you call those things at the bottom of rivers? Frogs? Stones? Unsuccessful gangsters?

Goodness is about what you do. Not who you pray to.

I used to like reading and you read enough books and you overflow and then you start writing.

People aren't just people, they are people surrounded by circumstances.

Her singing always cheered him up. Life seemed so much brighter when she stopped.

I never said nothing..." "I know you never! I could hear you not saying anything! You've got the loudest silences I ever did hear from anyone who wasn't dead!

Who knew what evil lurked in the hearts of men? A copper, that's who. (...)You saw how close men lived to the beast. You realized that people like Carcer were not mad. They were incredibily sane. They were simply men without a shield. They'd looked at the world and realized that all the rules didn't have to apply to them, not if they didn't want them to. They weren't fooled by all the little stories. They shook hands with the beast.