My imagination is a kind of animal. So what I do is keep it alive.

Everytime you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart.

The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now

My priority is my books, at least at this point. What I have to do is write the narrative of this time.

Her pupils have taken on a lonely hue, like grey clouds reflected in a calm lake.

A certain something, he felt, had managed to work its way in through a tiny opening and was trying to fill a blank space inside him. The void was not one that she had made. It had always been there inside him. She had merely managed to shine a special light on it.

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