That's how I became the damaged party boy who wandered through the wreckage, blood streaming from his nose, asking questions that never required answers. That's how I became the boy who never understood how anything worked. That's how I became the boy who wouldn't save a friend. That's how I became the boy who couldn't love the girl.

I like the idea of a writer being haunted by his own creation, especially if the writer resents the way the character defines him.

You really write the books you want to write. You can't take into consideration anything that anybody has said about you in the past, or what they'll say about you in the future.

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

By the time you finish reading this sentence, a Boeing jetliner will take off or land somewhere in the world.

The Smiths are singing and someone says "Turn that gay angst music off.

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.