I wasn't particularly afraid of death itself. As Shakespeare said, die this year and you don't have to die the next.

That’s what love’s all about. You’re the only one having those wonderful feelings, but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark your mind and body have to bear it all. All by yourself.

I have these realistic dreams and snap wide awake in the middle of the night. And for a while I can't work out what's real and what isn't... That kind of feeling. Do you have any idea what I'm saying?

I'm a very ordinary human being; I just happen to like reading books.

Forgive me for stating the obvious, but the world is made up of all kinds of people.

Overhead, the two moons worked together to bathe the world in a strange light.

He appeared before me and departed. We were not able to speak to or touch each other. But in that short interval, he transformed many things inside me. He literally stirred my mind and body the way a spoon stirs a cup of cocoa, down to the depths of my internal organs and my womb.