You don't get heaven or hell. Do you know the only reward you get for being Batman? You get to be Batman.

The past is always knocking at the door, trying to break through into today.

If writing a novel is a year's exile to a foreign country, writing a short story is a weekend spent somewhere exotic. They're much more like vacations, more exciting and different, and you're off.

I'm a stranger," pointed out Bod. "You're not," she said, definitely. "You're a little boy." And then she said, "And you're my friend. So you can't be a stranger.

In ten years time I’ll be… (dead) sixty.

The names are the first things to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names.

Delirium: 'What's the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you've actually forgotten how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago?' Dream: 'There isn't one.' Delirium: 'Oh. I thought maybe there was.'