When Will Graham could open his right eye, he saw the clock and knew where he was- an intensive-care unit. He knew to watch the clock. Its movement assured him that this was passing, would pass. That's what it was there for.

In her way, she was a hard one. Faith in any sort of natural justice was nothing but a night light; she knew of that. Whatever she did, she would end the same way with everyone does: flat on her back with a tube in her nose, wondering, "Is this all?

Typhoid and swans - it all comes from the same place.

Because it's his bad luck to be the best.

Fear comes with imagination, it’s a penalty, it’s the price of imagination.

God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.

Whenever feasible, one should always try to eat the rude.