He has the ability to catch someone by the way that he looks at her, and make her wish he would go on looking.

Our rest is formed by our waking life and our waking life is formed by our sorrows.

How could I tell the doctor what was wrong with me? I didn't understand it myself. I couldn't articulate the pain; it was the pain of nothingness. My fear was of the weather, the atmosphere, the very air. What good did safety tips do me now? 'Avoid water, metal objects, rooftops; stay off the telephone in a storm, don't think glass can protect you; even if a storm was 8 miles away, you're still not safe from a strike. Avoid life perhaps that was the answer. The number one safety tip, stay away from it all.

The sisters were glad to be together. They had the easy sort of relationship where they didn't have to speak to be understood.

The original fairy tale was about the youngest sister going into a room in the castle and finding all the bodies of the wives that came before her - she is confronted with truth, thinking about how often we think we know people and we really don't.

Being an outsider is the one thing we all have in common.

My sorrow is I used to read all the time and now, as a writer, I don't have the time to read.