Adverbs is a book about love, and I thought that was pretty cheerful, but people who are reading it now are telling me that it's actually quite dark.

Dumping you times infinity. Still not enough.

If you have ever lost a loved one, then you know exactly how it feels. And if you have not, then you cannot possibly imagine it.

'Help me,' Allison says, but she is soft-spoken, and everyone she loves is so far away.

I like to think that I get better and better as a writer, but it seems pretty easy to me to slip on disguises of various people.

In general, of course, a stranger who tries to get you into an automobile is anything but noble, and in general a person who quotes great American novelists is anything but treacherous, and in general a man who says you needn't worry about money, or a man who smokes cigarettes, is somewhere in between.

For Beatrice, when we first met, I was lonely, and you were pretty. Now I am pretty lonely.