Have you never heard what the wise men say: all of the future exists in the past.

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.

I thought that Mr. Clutter was a very nice gentleman. I thought so right up to the moment that I cut his throat.

I'm not a philosopher.

I am always drawn back to places where I have lived, the houses and their neighborhoods.

So the days, the last days, blow about in a memory, hazy autumnal, all alike as leaves: until a day unlike any other I've lived

The brain may take advice, but not the heart.