If you really want to stay the same age you are now forever and ever, she'd be thinking, try jumping off the roof: death's a sure-fire method for stopping time.

This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year's threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath.

If your not annoying somebody, you're not alive.

For me the experience of writing is really an experience of losing control.... I think it's very much like dreaming or like surfing. You go out there and wait for a wave, and when it comes it takes you somewhere and you don't know where it'll go.

I stand on the corner, pretending I am a tree.

Love was like a steamroller. There was no avoiding it; it went over you and you came out flat.

I am not my childhood,' Snowman says out loud.