We live, we die. Somewhere along the way, if we're lucky, we may find someone to help lighten the load.

The military was all about hierarchies, who urinated highest on the hydrant

A thousand recollected lives were passing through her, a thousand stories - of love and work, of parents and children, of duty and joy and grief. Beds slept in and meals eaten, and the bliss and pain of the body, and a view of summer leaves from a window on a morning it had rained; the nights of loneliness and the nights of love, the soul in it's body keeping always longing to be known.

My inventing time is all done under the influence of aerobic exercise. Basically, I do all my thinking while I run.

Because that's what heaven is...it's opening the door of a house in twilight and everyone you love is there.

It was what you did, Wolgast understood; you started to tell a story about who you were, and soon enough the lies were all you had and you became that person.

One thing that worried me was how writers get categorized and so they end up having to write the same kind of book again and again. That is fine if it is what you want to do, but I would rather be locked in the trunk of my car with a weasel than write the same book every three years until I die.