She became confused when she stepped onto an escalator that wasn't working.

I think if you maintain a force in the world that comes into people's sleep, you are exercising a meaningful power.

You have to break through the structure of your own stonework habit just to make yourself listen.

As belief shrinks from the world, it is more necessary than ever that someone believe. Wild-eyed men in caves. Nuns in black. Monks who do not speak. We are left to believe. Fools, children. Those who have abandoned belief must still believe in us. They are sure they are right not to believe but they know belief must not fade completely. Hell is when no one believes.

If the world is where we hide from ourselves, what do we do when the world is no longer accessible? We invent a false name, invent a destiny, purchase a firearm through the mail.

I've never made an outline for any novel that I've written. Never.

All human existence is a trick of light.