She loved mysteries so much that she became one.

Writing is something you do alone. It’s a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don’t wanna make eye contact while telling it.

There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.

[My friend] James McAvoy was walking through Leicester Square and this big guy just picked him up and licked his face. Can you imagine? And that’s not (he starts to laugh) because he’s short and lickable - he’s not got a lollypop head. It’s only because he’s on the telly.

Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.

She’s like smoke. You think you’re seeing her clearly enough, but when you reach for her there’s nothing there.

That smile could end wars and cure cancer.

Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.

I’m a creature of habit, mashed-potato comfort, I like rugs. Our sofa’s squishy. Maybe too squishy - it’s hard to get up sometimes.