An Artificial Night

"Come here," she said. "I need to hold someone, and you need to be held. Just for a little while, and then we can go on being what we are."

Children`s games are stronger than you remember once you`ve grown up and left them behind. They`re always fair, and never kind.

I`m not a hero; I never have been. I just do what has to be done.
But when you get right down to it, isn`t that the definition of a hero?

I rarely phone ahead. It`s not that I enjoy surprising everyone I know; it`s more that I almost never know where I`m going before I actually get there.

We can`t save them if they don`t want to be saved. It doesn`t work this way.

I paid for the right to bleed when something cuts me.

"How did you get away?"
"I escaped. Isn`t that how one always gets away? One escapes. One takes whatever route is open and gets out. The methods don`t matter."

You can fit four people in a VW bug if they`re friendly; you can manage five if you don`t need oxygen inside the car and six if no one cares about having feeling in their limbs. That`s it, period, you`ve reached the limit.

Sometimes I envy kids for the way they dismiss the things that don`t matter. They still get bogged down in details, but at least they`re different details.

Sometimes doing nothing is the hardest thing of all.