At a certain point, you must be able to slip loose. At a certain point, you found that you had been set free. You could be anyone, he thought. You could be anyone.

It had occurred to him that if the undead don't realize that they are dead, he might easily be one of them himself.

Writing a short story is a little like walking into a dark room, finding a light and turning it on. The light is the end of the story.

It is not like a premonition of death. It is as if she died a long time ago, and she just now remembered it.

Maybe love, like suffering, is relative.

You can't count on notoriety lasting very long, and there's no way to predict whether anyone will care about your books or you in three years, let alone ten or twenty.

The happiest I have ever been is in the life that I led with my wife and kids.