If I get ideas independently of the act of writing, they never really fit. So for me, there's no hanging out, waiting for inspiration.

As a person with terrible handwriting, I love the computer. I've waited all my life for the computer.

Death like a lover, caressing him, promising him peace, running its fingers through his hair, its tongue in his ear. She put her own two fingers in her mouth. Im so sorry. And pulled the trigger

Aquamarines grew with emeralds, Claire told me. But emeralds were fragile and always broke into smaller pieces, while aquamarines were stronger, grew in huge crystals without any trouble, so they weren't worth as much. It was the emerald that didn't break that was the really valuable thing.

I could hear the icy winds of Sweden, but he didn't seem to feel the chill.

We parked in back and walked down the stairs with their polished brass railings, past the old-fashioned kitchen. We could see the chefs cooking. It smelled like stew, or meat loaf, the way time should smell, solid and nourishing.

she was such a bad actress. she never said her lines rite, it was something perverse in her nature. and wat was her line anyway?