It's hard... to shake off something that's already under your skin.
Problem-solving is hunting; it is savage pleasure and we are born to it.
Intense fear comes in waves; the body can't stand it for long at a time.
God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.
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?
The tragedy is not to die, but to be wasted.