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I feel very sad about those girls,” I said, but it sounded artificial, like a beauty contestant pledging world peace. I did feel sad, but articulating it seemed cheap to me.

Shotgun blasts in a small hallway. The panicked, jaybird cries of my mother, still trying to save her kids with half her head gone.

I jammed a floppy blue teddy bear under my head, then felt guilty and returned him to the foot of the bed. One should have allegiance to one’s childhood things.

Camille, non hai mai la sensazione che stia per accadere qualcosa di orribile e che tu non possa fare niente per evitarlo? La sensazione di poter solo aspettare?

My mother breezed in, smelling like bright blue water. She looked more comfortable in the Nash house than Mrs. Nash did. It was a natural gift for Adora, making other women feel incidental.

I spent a lot of time before I actually wrote my first book going, “How do you write a book?” The answer is, you just write.

She simply makes things a reality by assuming they are such.

What a pure way to die.

If things had gone according to my wife’s vision, yesterday she would have hovered near me as I read this poem, watching me expectantly, the hope emanating from her like a fever: Please get this. Please get me.

She has never told me she loved me, and I never assumed she did.

Sometimes my scars have a mind of their own.

I wish I’d be murdered... Then I’d never have to worry again. When you die, you become perfect. I’d be like Princess Diana. Everyone loves her now.

It embarrassed me. Marrow-deep embarrassment, the kind that becomes part of your DNA, that changes you.

I’d always liked our inside jokes the best – they made me feel more connected to Amy than any amount of confessional truth-telling or passionate lovemaking or talk-till-sunrising.

He’s as smooth and shallow as glass.

I stared back – cows are the few animals that really seem to see you.

I couldn’t decide if I’d been mistreated. By Richard, by those boys who took my virginity, by anyone. I was never really on my side in any argument.

I was lying in bed thinking of killing myself, a hobby of mine.

I finally understood – nearly twenty years too late.

She called me Mille and she couldn’t keep her hands off me. I adored her.

She was one of those middle-aged women who thought they were fooling people.

If you don’t have money, gossip isn’t bad leverage. Even inside one’s own family.

That’s what I did, though – I had angry, defensive conversations in my head, got mad at things that hadn’t even happened yet. Yet.

People focus on the darker female characters in my books, but for every one of those, I can also show you an equally screwed up man that no one ever comments about, or a nicer woman that no one comments about.

All the women here walked as if they were pushing against a monstrous headwind.

She had perfect skin, so free of blotches or wrinkles, her face so perfect and character-free she could have just popped out of the womb. They all seemed unfinished. I wanted them to go away.

Against the far wall was a wire cage holding a pack of unblinking bunnies. World’s dumbest pet, I thought. Who would want an animal that sat, quivered, and shat everywhere? They say you can litter-box train them, but they lie.

I never worked holidays, because holiday hand jobs are sad for everyone.

I have four or five ideas that just keep floating around and I want to kind of just let one – like a beautiful butterfly, let it land somewhere.

My demons aren’t remotely tackled, they’re just mildly concussed.

We’re into this barrage of pop culture – you know, TV, movies, the Internet. We become creatures that we’ve made up, made of certain different flotsam from pop culture and certain different personas that are in style.

I’m not really a nerd; I only aspire to be one.

She had an invisible friend, a giant stuffed bear she called Ben. What kind of kid has an imaginary friend that’s a stuffed animal? She collected hair ribbons and arranged them in alphabetical order by color name. She was the kind of girl who exploited her cuteness with such joy you couldn’t begrudge her.

I am a liar and a thief. Don’t let me into your house, and if you do, don’t leave me alone. I take things. You can catch me with your string of fine pearls clickering in my greedy little paws, and I’ll tell you they reminded me of my mother’s and I just had to touch them, just for a second, and I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. My mom never owned any jewelry that didn’t turn her skin green, but you won’t know that. And I’ll still swipe the pearls when you’re not looking.

Sick and sicker and sickest. What was real and what was fake? Was Amma really sick and needing my mother’s medicine, or was the medicine what was making Amma sick? Did her blue pill make me vomit, or did it keep me from getting more ill than I’d have been without it?

Nothing to it but to do it, nothing to it but to do it.” Diane’s mantra.

I’d go out each morning and beg for six hours. I knew who to approach and for how long and exactly what to say. I was never ashamed. What I did was purely transactional: You made someone feel good and they gave you money.

I could feel my limbs disconnecting, floating nearby like driftwood on an oily lake.

Amy knew that was what I had loved most about us back when I loved us: not the big moments, not the Romantic with capital-R moments, but our secret inside jokes.

What have we done to eachother?

If I say I don’t want to read the book, I don’t want to read the book.

I could feel the night hanging on me like a soft, damp bedgown.

My imagination is more tweaked by imagining the lives of the people who were there before us. I don’t need to give myself the willies. I’m quite good at that – I can freak myself out wherever I am.

Feeling sad means having too much time on your hands, usually. Really. I’m not a licensed therapist but usually it means too much time.

It infects you. It ruined me.

I’m all for whatever transitions the book properly to a movie.

When you finally stop an itch and realize it’s because you’ve ripped a hole in your skin.

I think mystery writers and thriller writers – whatever genre you want to call it – are taking on some of the biggest, most interesting kind of socioeconomic issues around in a really interesting, compelling way.

Love should require both partners to be their very best at all times.

His brain was sticky, phrases and snatches of songs were always wedging themselves in there. Annihilation. He saw flashes of Norse barbarians swinging axes. He wondered for a second, only a second, if he’d been reincarnated, and this was some leftover memory, flittering down like ash. Then he picked up his bike and banished the idea. He wasn’t ten.