What did she say?" Eve asked when they got into the car. "Here's love, she said, to hold until next we meet and I give you more.

Roz to Amelia (the house ghost): How considerate of you, after trying to kill me, to see that I don't catch a cold.

I write every day. Even if I'm not writing well, I write through it. I can fix a bad page. I can't fix a blank one.

He wanted to heave the glasses against the wall. Break them, break everything he could reach. Beat it, rend it. He stared out the window, imagined the city in flames, consumed to ashes. And still it wasn't enough.

She doesn’t like you, McNab. “I knoooow. I find that really attractive in a woman.

Change was as much about loss as gain, about giving something up even as you reached for something new or different. The world was opening up, not closing in.

Shall I tell you what rock and roll is, Johnno, from someone who doesn't perform, but observes? It's restless and rude. It's defiant and daring. It's a fist shaken at age. It's a voice that often screams out questions because the answers are always changing. The very young play it because they're searching for some way to express their anger or joy, their confusion and their dreams. Once in a while, and only once in a while, someone comes along who truly understands, who has the gift to transfer all those needs and emotions into music.