In point of fact I was a perfectly devoted and dutiful little Catholic—until the day I learned that animals have no souls.

Happiness is like the first blissful intoxication of morphine.It doesn't last very long.

All beauty must have its imperfections, all happiness its share of sorrow.

Killing is like riding, you see. One never really loses the knack.

And it's really very difficult to kill someone when all your inner instincts would oblige you to take off your hat first!

Great beauty is often perceived by human senses as pain.

Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind and body; hell is obsession with a voice, a face, a name.

Death was the ultimate power and I his eager, willing apprentice.

I have often thought I would have been quite happy as a spider.Even a spider has the right to a mate.

I can make anything disappear, if I really want to.

I had reached up and pulled the castle of dreams down around him.

Silence is very dangerous, especially when your words can be the only source of healing at a moment.

Overbearing mothers usually give way to one of two things in their children: rebellion or passivity. In your case, the latter.

I understand entertaining. You want people to walk out saying, I spent a night with interesting people.

It's a lot of work to read a crummy script.

Partisanship is our great curse. We too readily assume that everything has two sides and that it is our duty to be on one or the other.

It's amazing what storms your face can hide, what terrible wrecks can writhe and heave beneath, without one ripple on the surface.

She spoke quietly then, the tiniest crack in her voice, and all at once Lacey Pemerton was not Lacey Pemberton. She was just—like, a person.

The Church needs more people willing to wash feet, not just point out they're dirty or complain that they smell.

My aim is to understand love. I know how alive I felt when I was in love, and I know that everything I have now, however interesting it might seem, doesn't really excited me.

I want to hold you, Nikki. Will you let me?