Had I not created my whole world, I would certainly have died in other people’s.

Secrets. Need to disguise. The novel was born of this.

I don't tell the truth any more to those who can't make use of it. I tell it mostly to myself, because it always changes me.

Write. Write until it stops hurting.

He was jealous of her future, and she of his past.

We are never trapped unless we choose to be.

Don't let one cloud obliterate the whole sky.