The minute you understand racism, you're responsible for being racist. It's like eating from the tree of knowledge.

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

The histories of vampires and people are not so different, really. How many of us can honestly see our own reflection?

You can't know what a book is about until the very end. This is true of a book we're reading or writing.

When I work on a book, I usually start with a question. And I don't sit around and go "I need to write a book. What's a good question?" It will be a question that's just clanging around in my head.

The radio was on and that was the first time I heard that song, the one I hate. Whenever I hear it all I can think of is that very day riding in the front seat with Lucy leaning against me and the smell of Juicy Fruit making me want to throw up. How can a song do that? Be like a net that catches a whole entire day, even a day whose guts you hate? You hear it and all of a sudden everything comes hanging back in front of you, all tangled up in that music.

I grew up in a house that had a whole lot of trouble. As much trouble as you could imagine.