I wanted to hear what she was saying. I wanted to smell that burnt midnight again, I wanted to feel that wind. It was a secret wanting, like a song I couldn't stop humming, or loving someone I could never have. No matter where I went, my compass pointed west. I would always know what time it was in California.

I've been depressed many times in my life. But under it all I'm an optimist.

I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages... and fell into it as into a pool during dry season.

What is real is always worth it.

She’s never where she is,' I said. 'She’s only inside her head.

My house is modern, but I like my writing room to be old fashioned. I write on a little wooden secretary desk.

We recived our colouring from the Norsemen,hairy savages who hacked their gods to pieces and hung the flesh from trees.We are the ones who sacked Rome.Fear only feeble old age and death in bed.Don't forget who you are.