Exile might satisfy the anger of the living, but it did not appease the dead.

He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.

But is it not a sort of genius to cut always to the heart?

She wants you to be a god, " I told him."I know." His face twisted with embarrassment, and in spite of itself my heart lightened. It was such a boyish response. And so human. Parents, everywhere.

Patroclus, ' he said. He was always better with words than I.

For who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty?

Wealth and reputation were the things our people had always killed for.

There is no honour in betraying your friends.

Joe closed his hand over the watch and it was still warm from his father's pocket, ticking against his palm like a heart.

Walk with care in dark places, and do not put your faith in anyone who promises you the forgiveness of the Lord or a certain place in Paradise.

The language of truth is unadorned and always simple.

He said to me once that most of the time people use the word love as just another way to show off they're hungry. The way he said it went something like: Glorify their appetites.

There are some similarities, of course (between Iraq and Vietnam). Death is terrible.

I smoke all the time, one after the other.

I was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan, and I hate Michigan.

The difference between a Miracle and a Fact is exactly the difference between a mermaid and a seal.

Being in the moment is the best thing I can do.

I have since written what no tide Shall ever wash away, what men Unborn shall read o'er ocean wide And find Ianthe's name agen.