She ignored his feverish, sweaty skin, his violent trembles, and she kissed him. As he passionately held her against him, the whole world disappeared. It was just him. It had always been him.

I'm not going anywhere.

He will give his life, for anything he feels has more of a right to live than he. Make no mistake, Elias. He's a Reed. It's what he does.

She smiled at him, and he stopped breathing.

He just wanted to get through his uninteresting day, so he could cross over into the night, and find his way to the red headed light that brightened the black sky.

....With pulleys and ropes and time to plan one could move anything. Now that she thought of it, why couldn’t anyone do anything he or she wished, given the tools and the time.

You must empty out the dirty water before you fill the pitcher with clean.

No. There is no balance, and no retribution, and no rules. The rules and balances you blather about are hopeful creations of a man fearing death.

I think following my instinct has proven to lead me in the right direction, and it's hard to hear sometimes, because it's a noisy world and there's a lot of people talking to you.

I'm from a working-class background, and I've experienced that worry of not having a job next week because the unions are going on strike.

I am 30, but there are things about me that are still 15.

The poor despise labor when performed by slaves.

It's not all about content. It's all about stories. It's not all about stories. It's all about great stories.

The office of reformer of the superstitions of a nation is ever dangerous.

If you're going to cheat, it's better if you don't get caught.