“Not only are there no happy endings,’ she told him, ‘there aren’t even any endings.”

Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again. Whenever it rains you will think of her.

Oh, monsters are scared,” said Lettie.” That’s why they’re monsters.

A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?” Pointless, really…”Do the stars gaze back?” Now, that’s a question.

That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.

Biting’s excellent. It’s like kissing – only there is a winner.

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”

Even nothing can last forever.

I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend.

The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.

Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.

Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes and forgot.

What I say is, a town isn’t a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it’s got a bookstore, it knows it’s not foolin’ a soul.

In a perfect world, you could fuck people without giving them a piece of your heart. And every glittering kiss and every touch of flesh is another shard of heart you’ll never see again.

You can’t trust other people. If it’s important, you have to do it yourself.

Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it’s always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins.

I am selfish, private, and easily bored. Will this be a problem?

If you do not prepare now for the Afterlife, then when will you do so?

War is the only game in which both sides lose.

Now I may have faith/ to make mountains fall/ But if I lack love/ then I am nothin’ at all.

Let me light my lamp , says the star, And never debate if it will help to remove the darkness

Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.

Don’t expect to build up the weak by pulling down the strong.

Does money upset the hearts of learned men? He answered, “men whose hearts are changed by money are not learned.”

We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.