So it had something to do with the sinner, and something with the judge, and the fear of not being forgiven, and the relief of being loved again.

Between any two beings there is a unique, uncrossable distance, an unenterable sanctuary. Sometimes it takes the shape of aloneness. Sometimes it takes the shape of love.

In the struggle between yourself and the world, side with the world

Nothing goes away. Not on its own. You deal with it, or it deals with you.

No father knows that he is carrying his son up the stairs for the final time

So many days in their shared life. So many experiences. How had they managed to spend the previous sixteen years unlearning each other? How had all the presence summed to disappearance?

One can build a perfect home, but not live in it.

He chose illness, because he knew of no other way to be seen. Not even by those looking at him.

she also liked to remember that there could be no such thing as an intentional imperfection. People are always mistaking something that looks good for something that feels good.

You only get to keep what you refuse to let go of

Never complete. Never whole.White skin and an African soul.

All progressions from a higher to a lower order are marked by ruins and mystery and a residue of nameless rage.

Let's do this. November 8, let's win. You are going to look back at this election and say, this is by far the most important vote you have ever cast for anyone at any time.

Life is full of choices. We don't always make good ones.

(about his terrible attempt at making a sandwich) It's more difficult than it looks. (Artemis Fowl)

I think the 24-hour news cycle has helped exaggerate the differences between the parties. You can always find someone on TV somewhere carping about something. That didn't happen 20 years ago.

The charge is prepared; the lawyers are met; The judges all ranged (a terrible show!) I go, undismay'd. For death is a debt, A debt on demand. So take what I owe.

Don’t depend on luck to solve problems.

With a rasping cough, the vampire shakes its head. "It was you who called us. All of you, with your war. The roar of your cannons shook us from our quiet graves.

I never loved totalitarianism and all the ideas of making mankind happy always seemed crazy to me.