* ''It's a book about a book about a film about a [[color:blue:house]] that is a labyrinth. In short, it's a book that is a labyrinth.'' \\
-- One review of the book

* ''Little solace comes\\
to those who grieve\\
when thoughts keep drifting\\
as walls keep shifting\\
and this great blue world of ours\\
seems a [[color:blue:house]] of leaves\\
\\
moments before the wind.''

* ''This is not for you.''\\
--Dedication page

* ''Picture that. In your dreams.''\\

* ''Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share.''\\

* ''Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila.''\\

* ''Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it.''\\

* ''There's only one choice now: finish what ZampanÚ himself failed to finish. Re-inter this thing in a binding tomb. Make it only a book.''\\

* ''Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you'll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You'll stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by piece, all of your carefully conceived denials, whether deliberate or unconscious. And then for better or worse you'll turn, unable to resist, though try to resist you still will, fighting with everything you've got not to face the thing you most dread, what is now, what will be, what has always come before, the creature you truly are, the creature we all are, buried in the nameless black of a name.\\
\\
And then the nightmares will begin.''