Did It [cocaine] For About Eight Years.

I Started Writing Seriously When I Was About 12. I Am Always In The Mood.

I Wouldn't Have Missed A Single Minute Of It, Not For The Whole World.

I Love You Too Much To Lie To You, Lisey. I Love You With All That Passes For My Heart. I Suspect That Kind Of All-out Love Becomes A Burden To A Woman In Time, But It's The Only Kind I Have To Give. I Think We're Going To Be Quite A Wealthy Couple In Terms Of Money, But I'll Almost Certainly Be An Emotional Pauper All My Life. I've Got The Money Coming, But As For The Rest I've Got Just Enough For You, And I Won't Ever Dirty Or Dilute It With Lies. Not With The Words I Say, Not With The Ones I Hold Back.

Every Man Or Woman Who Loves Him, They Hate Him Too, Because He's A Hard God, A Jealous God.

Our Memories Have Voices, Too. Often Sad Ones That Clamor Like Raised Arms In The Dark.