Friends come in and out of our lives, like busboys in a restaurant.

It's a little place on the Pacific Ocean. You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.

We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.

There’s always someone who knows something.

I thought it was great fun to scare people. I also knew it was socially acceptable because there were a lot of horror movies out there.

I have an idea of how the book will finish up, but it very rarely finishes up the way that I think it's going to.

Only library books speak with such wordless eloquence of the power good stories hold over us.