I thought about the guy in the truck, the focus in his expression, and I felt like I already knew enough of the story to tell it to somebody else maybe better than either of its major players could.

My grief sought out all parts of my body it hadn't yet inhabited, and I felt like I might collapse in on myself right there, at last, spectacularly

Dark, primitive magic. Swords Against Death.

There are so many different kinds of ghosts.

Who knows the secrets of anybody’s heart.

Products come with a WARNING label that reveals what they are made of. People come with one too

You're going to die tomorrow. You're going to die, because I am going to kill you Jimmy

All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.

When you were a child you had dreams of becoming somebody as an adult. Have you lived up to your dreams?

We have ...drawn a line in the sand.

They can buy whatever brand they want. We will supply the finance.

Death doesn't frighten me.

Progress in thought is the assertion of individualism against authority.

What am I a prostitute? Am I your prostitute? You can't prostitute me.

The ladies--Heaven bless them!--are, as a general rule, coquettes from babyhood upwards.