I waited just to see you at that kind of peace, I wanted to be beside you, I wanted you to wake up slowly or startle, or just half awaken and turn over or murmur my name. I wanted to watch you forever, or sleep beside you forever, or sleep forever while you woke and watched me, something forever anyway. I wanted to kiss you, rumple your hair, rest three fingertips on your hip bone warm and smooth, wake you that way or hush you back to sleep.

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.

It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.

They say in every library there is a single book that can answer the question that burns like a fire in the mind.

Love can smack you like a seagull, and pour all over your feet like junk mail.

A bolt from the blue.

It is terribly rude to tell people that their troubles are boring.