…struck. Once. And into that blow he put his childhood, his grief, his loss. He put his mother’s sorrow and his sister’s longing. The menorah, weighed down with that, crushed the Hermit’s skull.

In winter the very ground seemed to reach up and grab the elderly, yanking them to earth as though hungry for them.

…and all the other tools that mistook information for knowledge

He had his treasure, but finally all he wanted was his family. And peace.

Joy doesn't ever leave, you know. It's always with you. And one day you'll find it again.

That was the danger. Not that betrayals happened, not that cruel things happened, but that they could outweigh all the good. That we could forget the good and only remember the bad.

…in the library…surrounded by things far more dangerous than what roamed the school corridors. For here thoughts were housed.

Not everything buried is actually dead. For many, the past is alive.

She’d forgotten to love, but she also forgot to hate. (about Clara’s mother, who had dementia)

A murder was never about brawn, it began and ended in the brain and the brain could justify anything.

Conscience. Imagine being pursued by your own conscience….A mountain of conscience. Throwing a lengthening shadow. Growing. Darkening.

It’s all about “Priorities” There's No Such Thing as "Busy

Apply the lie detector to everything. You will be amazed at how many lies you will discover. Beware tough, you may discover that you are a lie.

This time I would choose to err on the side of illogic. I had to trust intuition, and plunge as I had never plunged before, with blind faith.

As long as I take the responsibility of the choice, I have to make the choice that is as right as possible.

I expect that my readers have been to Europe, I expect them to have some feeling for a foreign language, I expect them to have read books - there are a lot of people like that! That's my audience.

Up to now I've done everything I've wanted to do the way I wanted to do myself.

Decide that you're going to love the people around you, even those you don't particularly like - or perhaps especially those you don't like.

I've been spending this last month trying to find four outfits to wear to the different premieres of The Two Towers. It's hard work.

A wise man is out of the reach of fortune.

Piety does not mean that a man should make a sour face about things, and refuse to enjoy in moderation what his Maker has given.