I thought of my mother (...). Freud wrote that no man is secure in the love of his mother can ever be a failure. Well, I had been busy proving that t….

You're all I care about," I said. "No. And me. The person I am when I'm with you, the way I see myself and know myself. That person who lives only wh….

On a ship thats made of paper, I would sail the seven seas. (Just to be with you).

The trouble with excuses, however, is that they become inevitably difficult to believe after they’ve been used a couple of times..

I try to know as much as I can about a book before the beginning, but I never know exactly where it's going to end..

No pain could match the emptiness of separation, no agony rivaled the unreality of not being with her..

All I wanted was what I'd already had. That exultation, that love. It was my one real home; I was a visitor everywhere else..

A novelist is someone who sits around the house all day in his underwear, trying not to smoke..

Everything creepy and Southern isn't Faulknerian, just like everything annoying isn't Kafkaesque..

The only things I regret, and the only things I'll ever regret are things I didn't do. In the end, that's what we mourn. The paths we didn't take. Th….

I never felt so large and important as I did when being in love was everything. I saw you walking a foot above the earth and I remembered that was wh….

It was a once in a lifetime thing. I hate to think it but I bet it's true. It's too bad for us that our once in a lifetime happened when were too you….