Vaughn is talking about the heat, and his voice is so excited that it breaks into whispers at times. He loves his madness the way a bird loves the sky.

I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.

It taught that there are three versions of things: the one I see in my mind, and the one that carries onto the paper, and then what it ultimately becomes.

I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of sand.

There's a world out there that nobody has bothered to promise her.

She's been conned, ruined, left for dead, and she's not going to forgive any of it. She will soldier on, if only out of spite.

I think he's beginning to understand, and understanding is a horrible thing.

She’s a commodity in a sea of broken girls.

There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.

Home?' I say. It's a word that can mean anywhere and nowhere.

There is a dark place calling to me, but I will not go just yet. I know I can't return from it.

...at last I understood that writing was this: an impulse to share with other people a feeling or truth that I myself had.

Can anyone survive without faith, however its labeled? No matter how you live, it seems, you need faith to get by, to get ahead.

I'm a spy, Cam. I was born to do this- to be this. It's in my blood. And I will do it until the day I die. It's who I am... The thing is I don't think you realise is... it's who you are too.

The post office actually achieves its mission. I wish we could say the same of the CIA.

Let go of the anger, hang on to the good lessons.

Envy is the central fact of American life.

Were one to ask me in which direction I think man strongest, I should say, his capacity to hate.

If we did go into a recession, something that's always possible for the U.S. or Europe, we could lower interest rates and expand the money supply without worrying about the price of gold.

Adjectives are the curse of America.

Upon the great questions of origin, of destiny, of immortality, of . . . other worlds, every honest man must say, 'I do not know.' Upon these questions, this is the creed of intelligence.