“Tomb dust in my tears and skinThe living avoid me, the deadDeny me.-Lies of the Living”

“Good,” and Judge Robertson began to ramble on about the benefits and drawbacks of living with either parent. Penny’s attention wandered, she had stopped pretending the judge’s eyebrow’s had metamorphosis into butterflies and began to wonder if any adult actually read the books on these walls, and if she flipped through would she find blank pages after a while, or a joke page, just to surprise someone who actually sat through the book. That’s what she would do if she had to write something so awful, and who would want to check? -Child of Fire”

“Could she stick her hand in that sink? Did she dare put in the drain plug? Every time she moved toward it, she shrank back, terrified and guilty,”

“... my aim in writing The Watch That Ends the Night was not to present history. My aim was to present humanity. The people represented in this book lived and breathed and loved. They were as real as you or me. They could have been any one of us.”

“It seems like deep inside, I actually hate people.It just seems that my own attitude, my own goals in life prevent me from saying anything at all. Their insults make them stupid, while they make me stronger. Their aggressive actions hurt me, but make me hard like rock. What's the use of being part of their isults and actions? Being reasonable and quiet is better than being senseless like others.”

“When faced with the choice to Love or Decieve, therein lies the path to the Heroes and Thieves.”

“It's always times like these when I think of you and I wonder if you ever think of me.”