He was simply someone who floated through our lives and didn't seem to care how flatly he perceived everyone or that he'd shared our secret failures with the world, showcasing the youthful indifference, the gleaming nihilism, glamorizing the horror of it all.

Every book for me is an exorcism in some way or another, working through my feelings at the time.

There’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine.

I don't know why I write what I write.

People are afraid to merge.

I want to take you away from this," I say, motioning around the kitchen, spastic. "From sushi and elves and... STUFF.

Unless you're the director on the movie, or putting up the money for the movie, you really don't have a lot of control.