I'm not a slash-and-burn kind, and I'm also not a posterity kind. They just kind of exist on my hard drive. It's like walking down the street - what you leave behind is still there, even if you never go back and revisit it.

How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.

For me, heaven would be a lack of alienation. The whole time I was growing up, I felt comfort was inherently evil. I think that for me heaven isn't about couches and milk shakes and never having a troubling thought again.

When the music stopped, it could have been forever since we'd begun. My grandfather took a step back, and the light grew yellow at his back. 'I'm going,' he said. 'Where?' I asked. 'Don't worry, sweetheart. You're so close.' He turned and walked away, disappearing rapidly into spots and dust. Infinity.

One thing about failing repeatedly: If you're still doing it after you've failed that much, you really mean it.

Your first kiss is destiny knocking.

All you have to do is desire it, and if you desire it enough and understand why -- really know -- it will come.