Murder had a blood red door on the other side of which was everything unimaginable to everyone.

How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home?

The earth has a mouth?” Buckley asked. A big round mouth but with no lips,” my father said. Jack,” my mother said, laughing, “stop it. Do you know I caught him outside growling at the snapdragons?

It's very weird to succeed at thirty-nine years old and realize that in the midst of your failure, you were slowly building the life that you wanted anyway.

He took the hat from my mouth. ''Tell me you love me'', he said. Gently I did. The end came anyway

I like gardening - it's a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself.

A lot of people ask questions that they don't want to answer themselves, and if we're honest about the intimacy that we have with our parents, you wish them the best and you wish them the worst more than anybody else in the world. I think everyone has had a moment in their life where they wished a parent ill, and I think it's perhaps a very romantic idea that that doesn't happen.