“Writing is too goddamned hard for me to think about a soul in teh world ... I don't think about a soul, but just try to get those goddamned characters to act right.”

“Stairs. This is Hell. Hell is stairs, was all Theo could think. I'd sell my soul for a goddamn elevator. But I don't have a soul, do I? I'm some kind of fairy.Okay, settle for an escalator, then.”

“I need to write about love. I need to think and think and write about love-otherwise, my soul won’t survive.”

“Everyone thinks they know so goddamned much about everything and no one knows fuck all about anything.”

“Try to think about more important things,' he said. 'Think about your soul, your character. Think about the freezer. It's a solid block of ice. It needs defrosting. There might a steak in there. Concentrate on things like that. There could be a meal in it.”

“Don't think about what you've left behind... everything is written in the Soul of the World, and there it will stay forever.”