I haven't had the rice pudding of my life today. But I guess I lost that opportunity with the end of my childhood.

Rosie's is as simple as a hubcap and as unpretentious as its own rice pudding.

“Armand to Louis: “You realize this woman writes that her vampires sparkle in the sun!” Louis in reply. “Well, that’s better than burning up in the sun, isn’t it?”

You do have a story inside you; it lies articulate and waiting to be written — behind your silence and your suffering.

It was over now, and the meaningless world was tolerable and need not be explained. And never would it be, and how foolish I had ever been to think so.

Go where the pain is, go where the pleasure is.