A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.

I was a bore and didn't know when to smile or fake it. Or rather worse, I did but didn't.

Most people are not ready for death, theirs or anybody elses.

I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train ran down along the coast we came to the ocean and then he looked at me and said, it’s not pretty.

Those who preach god, need god Those who preach peace do not have peace Those who preach love do not have love

I write as a function. Without it I would fall ill and die. It's as much a part of one as the liver or intestine, and just about as glamorous.

since some people had told me that I was ugly, I always preferred shade to the sun, darkness to light