Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light.

The institution of marriage is just formalizing an emotion, an attempt to make it seem permanent. The emotion will last or it won't last; nothing can guarantee it.

Getting the first draft finished is like pushing a peanut with your nose across a very dirty floor.

I am inclined to think that as I grow older I will come to be infatuated with the art of revision, and there may come a time when I will dread giving up a novel at all.

The best revenge is living well without you.

Often in gothic novels there's a large house, an estate, and it's symbolic of that culture. Usually it's sort of moldering or rotted or something, and sometimes it's a whole community.

Our house is made of glass... and our lives are made of glass; and there is nothing we can do to protect ourselves.