I wash myself clean of guilt, of pain, of fear, of emotion. I am the ocean. I am empty. I am nothing.

This is the tragedy of knowing my fate: I have seen how it ends, and I will walk right into it, and nothing will change.

Clinical, brilliantly medical-minded Adam believes in fate. A fate with Fia.

I lie constantly. All the time. I’m nothing but one big mass of lies.

I chose him. If I chose him, he had to be the right choice. I wouldn’t love him if it weren’t right.

We change the future with every choice we make,

James is all I have. I chose James. He has to be right. Please let him be right.

I’m still afraid to sleep—too many ghosts peering creeping condemning.

Probably you should stay out of my head. It’s not a friendly place.

I have to trust that, or I’ll lose my mind. Well, lose it more.

Crazy must run in your family, ” he says.“You do know Fia!” I blurt, then bite my lip.

Like creating a masterpiece, quitting is an art: you have to decide what to keep within the frame and what to keep out.

Laws alone can not secure freedom of expression; in order that every man present his views without penalty there must be spirit of tolerance in the entire population.

I don't know anybody that I can think of who has contended that the Iraqis had nuclear weapons.

I write so slowly, I could write with my own blood and not hurt myself.

I learned to look up suddenly from a hatch or feeding frenzy and find myself momentarily removed from solid earth. I go fishing not to find myself but to lose myself

In the war to come correspondents would assume unheard of importance, plunging through flame to feed the public its little gobbets of dehydrated excrement.

He who created us without our help will not save us without our consent.

Love ice cream. I let myself have that about once a week. Vanilla.

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm