I would have done just about anything for him.

as they die, the ones we love, we lose our witnesses, our watchers, those who know and understand the tiny little meaningless patterns, those words drawn in water with a stick. And there is nothing left but the endless flow.

We shall live even in this state of living death, we shall love, we shall feel, we shall defy all who would judge and destroy us.

Being liberated means reading what you want to read, and fantasizing about what you want to fantasize about.

What is fear after all? It is indecision. You seek some way to resist, escape. There is none.

Revenge is the concern of those who are at some point or other beaten. I am not beaten, I told myself. No, not beaten. And victory is far more interesting to contemplate than revenge.

When I write something, every word of it is meant. I can't say it enough.