No one tells the truth to people they don't actually know, and if they do it is a horrible trait. Everyone wants something smaller, something neater than the truth.

If you're trying to find out what's coming next, turn off everything you own that has an OFF switch and listen.

I don't write for an audience, I don't think whether my book will sell, I don't sell it before I finish writing it.

No matter how much we love a book, the experience of reading it isn't complete until we can give it to someone who will love it as much as we do

Maybe the private life wasn't forever. Maybe everyone got it for a little while and then spent the rest of their lives remembering.

Just because things hadn't gone the way I had planned didn't necessarily mean they had gone wrong.

That is one thing I've learned, that it is possible to really understand things at certain points, and not be able to retain them, to be in utter confusion just a short while later. I used to think that once you really knew a thing, its truth would shine on forever. Now it's pretty obvious to me that more often than not the batteries fade, and sometimes what you knew even goes out with a bang when you try to call on it, just like a lightbulb cracking off when you throw the switch.