I am a friend. I have in my possession two thousand assorted buttons, eight hundred keys, and only one friend. Perhaps it is not something you can understand. I have not often been one before. I will be now.

You couldn't unburn the books. You could only buy new ones.

I was a fine arts major in college, and a painter for many years. And I found that, like writing, art is very similar.

I wanted to find a place to hide from all of it, where the nightmares and the rivers and reality couldn't find me. For me, that place was always inside a book.

It was unbelievable. She was standing there, staring at him like he was a real rock star.

I'd never really thought past the whole dying-for-the-sake-of-the-world part of things. When you're alive, you don't dwell on how you're going to spend your time once you're dead. You just figure you're gone, and the rest will pretty much take care of itself.

I don't want ta hear that kinda dirty talk comin' from you." "What, fanny? Fanny fanny fanny!