You shouldn't do that," said Laura. "You could set yourself on fire.

Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.

She knows herself to be at the mercy of events, and she knows by now that events have no mercy.

There would be no Sherlock Holmes if it were not for serial publication.

The scroll is coming back (Twitter is a scroll.)

Publishing a book is like stuffing a note into a bottle and hurling it into the sea. Some bottles drown, some come safe to land, where the notes are read and then possibly cherished, or else misinterpreted, or else understood all too well by those who hate the message. You never know who your readers might be.

It made him feel invisible—not that he wanted to feel anything else.