Have you ever had one of those days when something just seems to be trying to tell you somebody?

Young man," he said, "understand this: there are two Londons. There's London Above―that's where you lived―and then there's London Below―the Underside―inhabited by the people who fell through the cracks in the world. Now you're one of them. Good night.

If I come back, it will be a place, but it won't be a home any longer.

It’s part of growing up, I suppose…you always have to leave something behind you.

I kept starting 'Anansi Boys' as a movie and stopping, and eventually wrote the novel and was happy.

I watch my heart disappearing into her rosebud mouth. My Valentine's jest somehow seems less funny.

I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too.