When you mix dirt with water, the dirt doesn't get clean. The water just gets dirty.

Everything I went through," he said. "For you. It was worth it.

Writing has always felt like a compulsion. Even at high school there'd be times when people would ask me if I wanted to go and hang out and I'd sit home and write instead.

My mom has a tape from when I was, like, 2 years old, talking with my grandma, telling her a story that's really elaborate about werewolves and wolves.

What's your angle?" I asked, trying to sound more playful than demanding. "Isosceles," Jack quipped.

Sometimes it seems to me that that’s all my life has been, a series of things that I loved deeply that I could never have.

I’m not a bloody cockroach. What’s all this about? What are you trying to find out?