She just knew that even when you had nothing, you still had love.

The mad sometimes drilled holes in their own heads to let the demons out. To relieve the pressure of thoughts they could no longer bear. Jude understood the impulse. Each beat of his heart was a fresh and staggering blow felt in the nerves behind his eyes and in his temples. Punishing evidence of life.

I felt like it needed some color down there, so I painted the walls with the motherfucker.

If the workers took a notion they could stop all speeding trains; every ship upon the ocean they can tie with mighty chains.

The blood of a redheaded woman is three degrees cooler than the blood of a normal woman. This has been established by medical studies.

... people made the imaginary real all the time: taking the music they heard in their head and recording it, seeing a house in their imagination and building it. Fantasy was always only a reality waiting to be switched on.

I remind myself that no one day of writing matters all that much. A story is built somewhat like a stalactite - one little drip of mud and grit at a time.