Children love secret club houses. They love secrecy even when there's no need for secrecy

I've written only two novels, but they're both long ones, and they each took a decade to write.

But how,” said Charles, who was close to tears, “how can you possibly justify cold-blooded murder?’ Henry lit a cigarette. “I prefer to think of it,” he had said, “as redistribution of matter.

I believe, in a funny way, the job of the novelist is to be out there on the fringes and speaking for an experience that has not really been spoken for.

One likes to think there's something in it, that old platitude amor vincit omnia. But if I've learned one thing in my short sad life, it is that that particular platitude is a lie. Love doesn't conquer everything. And whoever thinks it does is a fool.

The snow in the mountains was melting and Bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation.

Who was it said that coincidence was just God’s way of remaining anonymous?