I'm very sentimental about lobsters. The last lobster I ate was the only lobster I cooked.

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.

The light was cut to lace by the trees that had grown so thick with leaves in the last few months.

Maybe there would be a bad outcome for some of the others, but no one was going to shoot a soprano.

But these last months had turned him around and now Gen saw there could be as much virtue in letting go of what you knew as there had ever been in gathering new information. He worked as hard at forgetting as he had ever worked to learn.

It was all in my head and now all I had to do was figure out a way to get it down on paper.

If someone loves you for what you can do then it's flattering, but why do you love them? If someone loves you for who you are then they have to know you, which means you have to know them.