Young men soon give, and soon forget, affronts old age is slow in both.

That Englishman who came to challenge me three or four months ago, and whom I killed to stop him bothering me

You’re so beautiful, Dominique. Its such a lovely accident on God’s part that there’s one person who matches inside and out.

You're good with people, and all I know how to do is give good neck.

You're flying to Chicago to get drunk and have other women shake their boobs in your face.If it bothers you, I won't go, he said seriously.No, I kicked at the table leg. It doesn't bother me. Maybe I'...

You're a throwback.To what?Jess considered this. Hi-tech at work, Emily was paradoxically old-fashioned in her life. She didn't even own a television. The nineteenth century, Jess concluded. No. Eight...

You look like you belong in a bad comic book, I told him cheerfully.----------------------What did the Drakes do that’s got you all pissy?Pissy? Did you just call me pissy?

You look like the vamp who bled the cat.

You know a lot about math, I said. You know a lot about math? What type of statement was that? Right along the lines of Hey, you have hair and it's red and curly. Real smooth.

You kidding? So many preservatives in these things, I'll live forever.

You didn't kill him. He would have killed you, but you didn't kill him.So? He was stupid. If I killed everyone who was stupid, I wouldn't have time to sleep.

Will tossed the bloody cloth aside. And you wonder why we aren’t friends. I just wondered, Gabriel said, in more subdued voice, if perhaps you have ever had enough. Enough of what? Enough of behaving...

We need to talk.I’m just – Look, I said, as he took a step toward me. I’m just going to give Cee Cee a call and maybe we’ll go to the beach or something, because I really … I just need a day off.Anoth...

Vishous screamed.The only thing that was louder was the pop as the hip was relocated, as it were. And the last thing he saw before he checked out of the Conscious Inn & Suites was Jane's head whipping...

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

Truly it was the beginning of everything that followed, the starting line of the harrowing journey disguised in the form of a simple question.She was glad she didn't know where it would take her. Beca...

They hate you because you act like you're better than they are.... [they are] Four that you humiliated in the yard. Four who are probably afraid of you. I’ve watched you fight. It’s not training with...

There is a kind of gaping admiration that would fain roll Shakespeare and Bacon into one, to have a bigger thing to gape at; and a class of men who cannot edit one author without disparaging all other...

The traces of our life here will lie cold and still, dreaming, like the brittle eyes of dolls in an abandoned cabin, and the last men will look to them for explanations, or apologies.

The question is, what colour will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?