When the fire goes out, you'll start feeling the cold. You'll wake up whether you want to or not.

Dreaming is the day job of novelists, but sharing our dreams is a still more important task for us. We cannot be novelists without this sense of sharing something.

Life is like a box of cookies.

While they're still alive, people can become ghosts.

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

Having an object that symbolizes freedom might make a person happier than actually getting the freedom it represents.

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