Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.
The idea for a novel is like a little tiny fire in a dark night. And, one by one, the characters come and stand around it and warm their hands.
Relief loosens tongues beyond measure.
True sorrow is as rare as true love.
Speaking personally, you can have my gun, but you'll take my book when you pry my cold, dead fingers off of the binding.
I felt lonely and content at the same time. I believe that is a rare kind of happiness.