They buried him in dirt that smelled like broken batteries, and crouched in a fiberglass shed while the acid rain poured down to dissolve his flesh and bleach his bones.

Facts are too busy being true to worry about how you feel about them.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Humanity will destroy itself, body and soul, before it will learn a simple lesson.

I’d rather know how you feel than hope and wonder and delude myself for weeks on end…

It's easier to fall back into the same old patterns of hate and retribution, because at least then we're doing something.

The books in the library were old, rotted, and there was no one left in the world to read them, but Kira made sure that none of them went into the fire. It seemed wrong.

Is a tree any less beautiful because it has lost a limb?

Life is limited, but by writing, and reading, we can live in different worlds, get inside the skins and minds of other people, and, in this way, push out the boundaries of our own lifes.

It never got weird enough for me.

I know how it fees to plead. I know how it feels to wish someone would give you a chance to help them.

So many businesses today have wind-up because of fear of failing.

Some people stay far away from the door if there's a chance of it opening up. They hear a voice in the hall outside and hope that it just passes by.

I thought I'd blown it at the 17th when I drove into a trap. God is a Mexican.

We are all ignorant; just about different things.

Good or bad, do it as you. Too many lies and there's no truth to go back to.