the tigers have found me and I do not care.

The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left.

I'm going, she said. I love you but you're crazy, you're doomed.

writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers.

I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.

When you clean up a city, you destroy it.

you've got to burn straight up and down and then maybe sidewise for a while and have your guts scrambled by a bully and the demonic ladies, you've got to run along the edge of madness teetering, you've got to starve like a winter alleycat, you've go to live with the imbecility of at least a dozen cities, then maybe maybe maybe you might know where you are for a tiny blinking moment.