“Why is it he feels some line has been crossed, some boundary transgressed? How much is too much, how far is too far?”

“I know I chatter on far too much... but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't. Give me SOME credit.”

“How far is too far? When you love a band so much that its songs fill the empty spaces inside your head and heart, is that too far?”

“We were expecting to see you at the market.""Yes. Well. Some people thought I was dead. I was forced to keep a low profile.""Why . . . why did some people think you were dead?"The marquis looked at Richard with eyes that had seen too much and gone too far. "Because they killed me.”

“I love you far too much, I'm sure. But I don't know how to love you any other way.”

“Some of this book—perhaps too much—has been about how I learned to do it. Much of it has been about how you can do it better. The rest of it—and perhaps the best of it—is a permission slip: you can, you should, and if you're brave enough to start, you will. Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink. Drink and be filled up. ”