Boys", she says, "just aren't very good at being afraid.

It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.

Mum liked to say that some things happen for a reason, that sometimes obstacles were there to stop you from doing something stupid.

I whisper like the sea in the horse's ear.

The tourists always seem to want something. On Thisby, it's less about wanting, and more about being." I wonder after I say it if he'll think I sound like have no drive or ambition.

It's a strange thing, to be talked about instead of talked to.

I am so, so alive.

I lost a horse today.''That sounds careless. What happened?''She jumped off a cliff.''A cliff! Is that normal?

He keeps getting older while I'm not paying attention.

The truth is, I feel myself being fascinated and repelled by her: She's both a mirror of myself and a door to part of this island that I'm not.

I seem at once cursed to say precisely what I'm thinking to him and unable to tell what he thinks about it.

Never give yourself a reason to betray your positive inner-self by playing evil games with negative minds.

He was as yet not sufficiently experienced in ruffianism to know that one villain always sacrifices another to advance his own project

Oh! would I were dead now Or up in my bed now To cover my head now And have a good cry!

Felixstowe, the United Kingdom's largest port, stops work only for Christmas Day and for crane-toppling Force 9 gales.

I'm not perfect, but I know when I start to do something, I don't like to not finish.

Truth does not demand belief.

Sometimes, one gesture comprises an entire drama, the accent of one word ruins an entire existence, and the indifference of one glance kills the happiest passion.

The more any one speaks of himself, the less he likes to hear another talked of.

You are the reason. If you want, you are the answer in the end.

I've always essentially been a New Yorker.