There was Virginia Boote, the food and restaurant critic, who had once been a great beauty but was now a grand and magnificent ruin, and who delighted in her ruination.

Truly, life is wasted on the living, Nobody Owens. For one of us is too foolish to live, and it is not I.

Every now and then I'll do little things, a short story or something, that doesn't have any fantastical elements, but mostly I like the power of playing God and I like to imagine things.

If you were to try and pick him out of a group of boys, you’d be wrong. He’d be the other one. Over at the side. The one your eye slipped over.

Leave no path untaken.

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

I was not scared of anything, when I read my book.