The idea that the curtain rises on what is often more or less a happy scene, and it will fall just a few hours later, and everyone will be dead or have gone mad... I find that kind of narrative very appealing.

Are you ready?" Klaus asked finally. "No," Sunny answered. "Me neither," Violet said, "but if we wait until we're ready we'll be waiting for the rest of our lives, Let's go.

It's different," you said. "You've made, Min, everything different for me. Everything's like coffee you made me try, better than I ever - or the places I didn't even know were right on the street, you know? I'm like this thing I saw when I was little, where a kid hears a noise under his bed and there's a ladder there that's never been there before, and he climbs down and, it's for kids I know, but this song starts playing..." Your eyes were traveling in the treey light.

I’m not a cuckoo, either. I’m a fool is what.

You'd think that sweet would be a land far, far away from irritating, but as it turns out they're right next door, and always having border disputes.

Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby - awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.

I found powerful the idea that everything we have is, in effect, stolen from everybody else.