Truth is a risky proposition. It's the nature of mediocre human beings to believe that lies are necessary, that they serve a purpose, that truth is subversive, that candor is dangerous, that the very scaffold of communal life is supported by lies.

When we love and want nothing but good for that person, it's one of the greatest gifts we possess.

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

Oh, the lies that I have told myself and others. I knew it yet I didn't know.

Maybe that's what Hell is. You go mad. And all your demons come and get you just as fast as you can think them up.

I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over any lips, my hands!

When I'm writing, the darkness is always there. I go where the pain is.