But this was what happened when you didn't want to visit and confront the past: the past starts visiting and confronting you.

Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire - meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead.

The better you look, the more you see.

There’s no grand plan. All I know is that I write the books I want to write. All that other stuff is meaningless to me.

How could she ever understand that there isn't any way could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to?

It's the rare book that's able to transport you in a way that a movie does.

I felt lethal, on the verge of frenzy. My nightly bloodlust overflowed into my days and I had to leave the city. My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage. This was the bone season for me and I needed a vacation.