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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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