The point is you keep going. You want to. So all the things that make you want to are the point.

Reading begets reading.

The truth about life was that nothing ever ended until you died, and even then you just left a whole bunch of unresolved narratives behind you.

I don't even feel as if I'm the center of my own world, so how am I supposed to feel as though I'm the center of anyone else's?

The plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone; you don't need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.

I love the detail about the workings of the human heart and mind that only fiction can provide - film can't get in close enough.

Sequels are very rarely a good idea, and in any case, the success of the book changed my relationship with the club in some ways.