And she thought what a clean, simple life she would have led if it weren't for love.

Bravest thing about people is how they go on loving mortal beings after finding out there's such a thing as dying.

And I am interested in the fact that class is very much a factor in America, even though it's not supposed to be.

I write because I want more than one life; I insist on a wider selection. It's greed, plain and simple.

Sooner or later, even the sharpest pain became flattened.

...he thought of dying as a kind of adventure, something new that he hadn't yet experienced. Like an unusual vacation trip.

Point of view is not something I consciously decide. Almost always, when I come up with a plot I find that the point of view has automatically arrived with it, part and parcel of the story.