..this feeling haunts and inhabits me, like a sickness. it covers me, like skin.

And perhaps there is a limit to the grieving that the human heart can do. As when one adds salt to a tumbler of water, there comes a point where simply no more will be absorbed.

I barely knew I had skin before I met you.

Being in love, you know... it's not like having a canary, in a cage. When you lose one sweetheart, you can't just go out and get another to replace her.

Even ashes are a part of your freedom.

I knew Id always be a second-rate academic, and I thought, Well, Id rather be a second-rate novelist or even a third-rate one.

I do love the past but wouldnt want to live in it.

Why do gentlemen's voices carry so clearly, when women's are so easily stifled?

Why is it we can never love the people we ought to?

I never expected my books to do even as well as they have. I still feel grateful for it, every single day.

With every step I took away from her, the movement at my heart and between my legs grew more defined: I felt like a ventriloquist, locking his protesting dolls in to a trunk.

A Christian message or moral cannot redeem a text marred by shoddy workmanship.

it was like trying to see a shadow in the dark.

It's very easy to be judgmental until you know someone's truth.

Given a decent start any girl can beat a man nowadays.

Ironically, the utterly unselective omnivore -- "I'm easy; I'll eat anything" -- can appear more socially sensitive than the individual who tries to eat in a way that is good for society.

Our friends should be companions who inspire us, who help us rise to our best.

Fame is, I think, just a disgusting by-product of what I do.

You can only give away what you have ... If you have love, you can give it. If you don't have it, you don't have it to give.

Please give reason. Raised taxes; marching us off to war again; approved more NSA snooping. WHO ARE THEY?!

You have so many sources to draw on when you're a fantasy writer.