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

On a ship thats made of paper, I would sail the seven seas. (Just to be with you)

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.

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.

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

I thought of my mother (...). Freud wrote that no man is secure in the love of his mother can ever be a failure. Well, I had been busy proving that theory wrong.

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