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

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

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.

It was a once in a lifetime thing. I hate to think it but I bet it's true. It's too bad for us that our once in a lifetime happened when were too young to handle it.

Everything creepy and Southern isn't Faulknerian, just like everything annoying isn't Kafkaesque.

You're all I care about," I said. "No. And me. The person I am when I'm with you, the way I see myself and know myself. That person who lives only when I'm with you.