Waiting is one of life’s hardships.

I stayed there loving you, though the love made me, not sad but I guess melancholy, for a reason I couldn’t point to.

In this book, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning and very few happy things in the middle.

Literature doesn’t exactly have a strong mental-health track record.

This is love if it's not with you, a terrible fiery something that makes people look away, and it feels like a punch in the throat.

People who say money doesn’t matter are like people who say cake doesn’t matter—it’s probably because they’ve already had a few slices.

I wrote Rick before I was published, and I had no vision of it, really. It was just a story that occurred to me, and that put its little claws in my brain, and I wrote it, and I showed it to a couple people, and they all said, "This is ghastly."