That's the thing about December: it goes by you in a flash. If you just close your eyes, it's gone. And it's like you were never there.

There's no man on this earth can even be assured he'll have a next day.

People are better inside in your head. When you're longing for them, they're perfect.

All talk is lies in a way. Only the doing of a thing can make it true.

That time is long gone. But aren't we still the same people?

It made sense, Amanda decided. People thrived on the misfortunes of others: her mother was the perfect example of that. Can't see a car accident, she thought, for wanting to climb inside and join in.

The best part about being a writer is getting the last word.

I have always believed that somehow the less we reveal the more the other desires to see.

Our inventions mirror our secret wishes.

My legacy is in my family, not in my work. For me. I don't know about for other people. I try to forget a lot.

If you would and you could brighten my northern sky.

I think when a time comes, a change comes, and you have to recognize the change but also believe in yourself.

"Who am I?" is not really a question because it has no answer to it; it is unanswerable. It is a device, not a question.

All men are afraid of eyelash curlers. They don't understand them, and they don't want to get near them. I sleep with one under my pillow, instead of a gun.

Don’t. Don’t play that game.” His brow pressed to hers. “When I heard you cry out . . . it was like a saber to the gut. I wanted to die.