In "Faithful," Ray Bradbury is discussed a lot. The characters read "The Illustrated Man."

Jill told me that when you're really in love, you know right away. I'm not exactly sure how this happens. Is it like a flash of lightning? Like an angel tapping you on the shoulder? Or is it similar to choosing a puppy? You think you're picking the cutest one, but really you wind up going home with the one who keeps insisting on climbing into your lap.

We stood and watched as God abandoned us, and then we did the best we could.

I heard a sigh, as though the books were breathing. I felt that this was where I belonged. This was where I lived.

The voice that arises out of the silence is something no one can imagine until it is heard. It roars when it speaks, it lies to you and convinces you, it steals from you and leaves you without a single word of comfort.

There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.

I never see a novel as a film while I'm writing it. Mostly because novels and films are so different, and I'm such an internal novelist