I'm a novelist, that's how I make my livelihood, and I concentrate on the novels.

A half-read book is a half-finished love affair.

I wonder how many years Suga has been carrying his curse around with him. I forget that other people in the world have broken parts too.

My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?

The soul is a verb." He impales a lit candle on a spike. "Not a noun.

When insolvent, pack minimally, with a valise tough enough to be thrown onto a London pavement from a first- or second-floor window. Insist on hotel rooms no higher.

I feel like something important has happened to me. Is this possible?