The trouble with excuses, however, is that they become inevitably difficult to believe after they’ve been used a couple of times.

The only things I regret, and the only things I'll ever regret are things I didn't do. In the end, that's what we mourn. The paths we didn't take. The people we didn't touch.

All I wanted was what I'd already had. That exultation, that love. It was my one real home; I was a visitor everywhere else.

I try to know as much as I can about a book before the beginning, but I never know exactly where it's going to end.

A novelist is someone who sits around the house all day in his underwear, trying not to smoke.

No pain could match the emptiness of separation, no agony rivaled the unreality of not being with her.

I never felt so large and important as I did when being in love was everything. I saw you walking a foot above the earth and I remembered that was where I used to walk.