Sometimes you don't know what you need until it's gone

My English teacher said that a writer is the worst judge of his own work.

She's got the kind of ethereal, unselfconscious beauty some young girls possess that breaks your heart. Or theirs.

I am a ghost in a land of phantoms and forgotten nightmares.

Follow your heart. Just don't get lost.

They call it the drowning instinct. It's when drowning doesn't look like drowning. (pg. 241)

The things you think about when you're a hair's breath away from getting yourself killed.

We all have our fictions, little lies we tell ourselves to keep going from one day to the next.

The familiar was usually invisible; how many people really noticed everything they saw?

As the dog sprinted back, Jack said to the girl, "Sweetheart,honey, why do you have to be so hateful?" "Why not?" Ellie said. "It's not like being good ever got me anywhere.

What's the point of not taking chances? I don't know if I could stand living my whole life afraid.

You are born every day, until the day you finally die.

She absorbed the terror and beauty of him and his world. Of every moment over the past days. All of it, filling her up like the first breath she'd ever taken. And never had she loved life more.

Greater things are believed of those who are absent.

I think there's a down-to-earthness with Midwesterners and with people from the Midlands - which is where my family is from - in Ireland.

I'm always on the look out for 'the good image'. I'm like The Borg (you know, Star Trek) inasmuch as I assimilate everything - but I like to think I'm working in the Pop Art tradition.

I've been in situations where I was 'black boy white,' or 'white boy black.' People didn't know, "Is he the whitest black person in the world or is he the blackest white person in the world?"

You are not to be looked upon as holding the true Catholic faith if you do not teach that the faith of Rome is to be held

God has not changed; and His ear is just as quick to hear the voice of real prayer, and His hand is just as long and strong to save; as it ever was.

I dont believe in predestination, even though I was raised a Presbyterian.

We're in a league of our own darling and don't you forget it.