there is only one unpardonable sin--deliberate cruelty. All else can be forgiven.

[Y]outh is hardly human: it can't be, for the young never believe they will die...especially would they never believe that death comes, and often, in forms other than the natural one.

I was eleven, then I was sixteen. Though no honors came my way, those were the lovely years.

Reading dreams. That's what started her walking down the road. Every day she'd walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.

I live in Brooklyn. By choice. Those ignorant of its allures are entitled to wonder why.

there is only one unpardonable sin--deliberate cruelty. All else can be forgiven.

Most secrets should never be told, but especially those that are more menacing to the listener than to the teller.