He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone.

Then why does Kenneth Anger wear a picture locket on a chain around his neck? On one side of the locket there is a picture of you; on the other there is an image of a frog with an inscription: "Bobby Beausoleil changed into a frog by Kenneth Anger." A voodoo amulet, so to say.

She had only one flaw. She was perfect, otherwise whe was perfect.

Past certain ages or certain wisdoms it is very difficult to look with wonder; it is best done when one is a child; after that, and if you are lucky, you will find a bridge of childhood and walk across it.

That isn't writing at all, it's typing.

Clocks indeed must have their sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?

One of the most difficult things in writing a novel or anything at all is to choose the point of view from which it's going to be told.