Lies like that are not a sin, they are a sacrifice.

You think you're safe. Until you see a picture like that. And then you know you'll always be a slave to the present because the present is more powerful than the past, no matter how long ago the present happened.

Writing is a hellish task, best snuck up on, whacked on the head, robbed and left for dead.

The world should not be organized to require heroines, and when one is required but fails to appear, we should not judge.

Hope is a gift. You can't choose to have it. To believe and yet to have no hope is to thirst beside a fountain.

Memory plays tricks. Memory is another word for story, and nothing is more unreliable.

They are so young, they forget that the world is not as in love with them as they are.