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I think it was only now that I realized that of all the invisible strings that tied the three of us together, the dark ones were the strongest.
there’s no better way to mask a lie—or at least a glaring omission—than to wrap it in an emotional outpouring of truth.
Whenever I’m with other people, part of me shrinks a little.
it was meant to deter those hordes of the idly curious who flock to places where blood has been shed like crows to a winter oak.
The very best people are like that. They don’t entangle you like flypaper.
He had the fatal gift of making people believe him.”
had long ago discovered that when a word or formula refused to come to mind, the best thing for it was to think of something else: tigers, for instance, or oatmeal. Then, when the fugitive word was least expecting it, I would suddenly turn the full blaze of my attention back onto it, catching the culprit in the beam of my mental torch before it could sneak off again into the darkness. “Thought-stalking,” I called the technique,
There’s nothing that a liar hates more than finding that another liar has lied to them.
Actually, I needed to think. Thinking and prayer are much the same thing anyway, when you stop to think about it—if that makes any sense. Prayer goes up and thought comes down—or so it seems. As far as I can tell, that’s the only difference.
When you come right down to it, I suppose, there is no great difference between ghosts and the invisible worlds of chemistry.
