If you think of someone enough, you’re sure to meet them again.

Perhaps I'm just too painstaking a type of person, but I can't grasp much of anything without putting down my thoughts in writing.

No matter what form the relationship might take, he was the only person she could picture sharing her life with.

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

I can't imagine how American readers will react to a novel, but if the story is appealing it doesn't matter much if you don't catch all the detail. I'm not too familiar with the geography of nineteenth century London, for instance, but I still enjoy reading Dickens.

The world is full of ways and means to waste time.

You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them.