People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn't bear the thought of their loved ones not existing, and couldn't even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.

Nostalgia is inevitably a yearning for a past that never existed and when I'm writing, there are no bees to sting me out of my sentimentality. For me at least, fiction is the only way I can even begin to twist my lying memories into something true.

Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.

I'm a bad boyfriend. She's a bad girlfriend. We deserve each other.

I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it.

Books belong to their readers.

You were clearly not doing your part in the clover search, perv.