Life is choices...and sometimes other people's choices even more than your own.

Most nightmares are caged in their realm by implausibilities. The sleeper slogs through quicksand in a fun house of frightening nonsense and disjointed mumbo jumbo. But everything’s all better once the bedside lamp is back on, because reality, even when it’s bad, is easily distinguished from night terror. Except for the trying-to-scream dream. That one’s pretty much spot-on.

Now I realize that everything you need for measuring a person can be found in the nature of what he chooses to hide from everyone else. That's all you need to know to gauge his goodness.

Guilt wears track shoes. Sprint, marathon, or cross-country, it doesn’t matter. It runs tireless to catch you, and it carries a sledgehammer.

There is nothing supernatural. There are only the things in this world that we understand, the things that we don't understand, and made up crap.” The last part of that saying was always the best bit. “Pray at the alter of each of these things, my darlings.” She would be smirking by then.” They all work in their own way.

I will tell you this my darlings, the very worst regrets are the things you couldn't have handled any other way.