“In lower Manhattan there is an improbable point where Waverly Place intersects Waverly Place. It was there that I met Veronica, on a snowy, windy night.”

“I waver, continually fly to the summit of the mountain, but cannot stay up there for more than a moment. Others waver too, but in lower regions, with greater strength; if they are in danger of falling, they are caught up by the kinsman who walks beside them for that purpose. But I waver on the heights; it is not death, alas, but the eternal torments of dying.”

“No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.”

“Sink every impulse like a bolt. Secure The bastion of sensation. Do not waver Into language. Do not waver in it.”

“Good writing takes place at intersections, at what you might call knots, at places where the society is snarled or knotted up.”

“There's nothing like stories on a windy night when folks have found a warm place in a cold world.”