After a while you learn that everything stops.

Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn't that what people do?

Fear never shows up and the party ends early.

What keeps me interested--and it always does--is how can she be a bad actress on film but a good one in reality?

Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do?

Hip," I murmur, remembering last night, how I lost it completely in a stall at Nell's---my mouth foaming, all I could think about were insects, lots of insects, and running at pigeons, foaming at the mouth and running at pigeons.

You do not write a novel for praise, or thinking of your audience. You write for yourself; you work out between you and your pen the things that intrigue you