I want to believe you, but if that's true, I just don't get it. Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean, if that's the way it goes, what's the point of loving someone?

Never let the darkness or negativity outside affect your inner self. Just wait until morning comes and the bright light will drown out the darkness.

Like most novelists, I like to do exactly the opposite of what I'm told. It's in my nature as a novelist. Novelists can't trust anything they haven't seen with their own eyes or touched with their own hands.

Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory.

Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.

My father always told me: 'Give somebody a hand and he'll take an arm.

If they invent a car that runs on stupid jokes, you could go far.