There is no greater grief than to find no happiness, but happiness in what is past.

I wanted to cause trouble, but I know now it stays with you.

What to say? That the end of love is a haunting. A haunting of dreams. A haunting of silence. Haunted by ghosts it is easy to become a ghost. Life ebbs. The pulse is too faint. Nothing stirs you. Some people approve of this and call it healing. It is not healing. A dead body feels no pain.

With animal behavior, they're all fine until you introduce some rogue element into the cage, and then they go crazy.

August. We were arguing. You want love to be like this every day don't you? 92 degrees even in the shade.

Books and doors are the same thing. You open them, and you go through into another world.

I don't read reviews because by then it's too late - whatever anyone says, the book won't change. It is written.