I'm going to go home. Everything is going to be normal again. Boring again. Wonderful again.

They all do the same things. They may think their sins are original, but for the most part they are petty and repetitive.

You hurt. It's okay. I hurt too. Hold my hand.

If you were close enough to her ruby-red lips you would hear her say, 'I will rise now and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek the one I love.' She is whispering that, and she whispers, 'By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth. Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth. My beloved is mine and I am his.

There was nowhere they could have gone and they went there anyway.

If you want to call it that. But it is a very specific sort of magic. There's a magic you take from death. Something leaves the world, something else comes into it.

I was always so relieved that anyone wants to publish anything I've written.