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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.