One tiny flame could make so many other flames; one tiny flame could set afire a whole world.

I read The Old Curiosity Shop before I began Blackwood Farm. I was amazed at the utter madness in that book.

One moment the world is as it is. The next, it is something entirely different. Something it has never been before.

I can't keep up with Stephen King's output.

For several long moments we remained locked together, and I think I covered her hair with small sacred kisses, her perfume crucifying me with memories.

And he would listen, making only a few comments, always sympathetic, so that when I left him I had the distinct impression he had solved everything for me.

To be godless is probably the first step to innocence," he said, "to lose the sense of sin and subordination, the false grief for things supposed to be lost." So by innocence you mean not an absence of experience, but an absence of illusions." An absence of need for illusions," he said. "A love of and respect for what is right before your eyes.