I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I want.

Life is the most spectacular show on earth.

I just think I'm better equipped to make a study of human personality than trying to get into the mind of animals.

Is where you're from the place you're leaving or where you have roots?

I don't like outlining, because books are organic things. Sometimes a book doesn't want to be written in a certain way.

Age is a terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently spreads cancer throughout your spouse.

Why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?