Your dreams, what you hope for and all that, it's not separate from your life. It grows right up out of it.

High fashion has the shelf life of potato salad. And when past its prime, it is similarly deadly.

There is no perfect time to write. There is only now.

There was a roaring in my ears and I lost track of what they were saying. I believe it was the physical manifestation of unbearable grief.

Global commerce is driven by a single conviction: the inalienable right to earn profit, regardless of any human cost.

Humans can be fairly ridiculous animals.

Literature sucks you into another psyche. So the creation of empathy necessarily influences how you'll behave to other people.