I used to hate flying. I would sit there, rigid, convinced that if I relaxed, the plane would drop out of the sky..

Why do gentlemen's voices carry so clearly, when women's are so easily stifled?.

There is no patience so terrible as that of the deranged..

We have a name for your disease. We call it a hyper-aesthetic one. You have been encouraged to over-indulge yourself in literature; and have inflamed….

I knew that I couldn't lie beside her, without wanting to touch her. I couldn't have felt her breath come upon my mouth, without wanting to kiss her.….

Even ashes are a part of your freedom..

life is crap but, every day is an experience.

Why is it we can never love the people we ought to?.

I do love the past but wouldnt want to live in it..

It's a curious, wanting thing..

She supposed that houses, after all - like the lives that were lived in them - were mostly made of space. It was the spaces, in fact, which counted, ….

I barely knew I had skin before I met you..

I never expected my books to do even as well as they have. I still feel grateful for it, every single day..

I knew Id always be a second-rate academic, and I thought, Well, Id rather be a second-rate novelist or even a third-rate one..

The bad blood rose in me, just like wine..

Respect your characters, even the ­minor ones. In art, as in life, everyone is the hero of their own particular story; it is worth thinking about wha….

Being in love, you know... it's not like having a canary, in a cage. When you lose one sweetheart, you can't just go out and get another to replace h….

How will a person know, Selina, when the soul that has the affinity with hers is near it?" She answered, "She will know. Does she look for air, befor….

I felt that thread that had come between us, tugging, tugging at my heart - so hard, it hurt me. A hundred times I almost rose, almost went in to her….

I'll burn myself, or I'll cut myself. For a burn or a cut might be shown, might be nursed, might scar or heal, would be a miserable kind of emblem; w….

With every step I took away from her, the movement at my heart and between my legs grew more defined: I felt like a ventriloquist, locking his protes….