When we don't allow ourselves to hope, we don't allow ourselves to have purpose. Without purpose, without meaning, life is dark. We've no light within, and we're just living to die.

I am no theologian. I would not be surprised, however, if Heaven proved to be a cozy kitchen, where delicious treats appeared in the oven and in the refrigerator whenever you wanted them, and where the cupboards were full of good books.

Not all popular novelists are good, but all good novelists are, sooner or later, popular.

The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.

It's only life. We all get through it.

I survive by finding the sweet spot between reason and unreason, between the rational and irrational.

Books are packaged dreams.