I'd finally come to understand what it had been: a yearning for a way out, when actually what I had wanted to find was a way in.

I love music and listen to music all the time, but I didn't realize how much my body needed music. I needed it more than sex.

I am, as they say, the classic starving artist.

Writing is part intuition and part trial and error, but mostly it's very hard work.

My mother's death put me in touch with my most savage self. As I've grown up and come to terms with her death and accepted it, the pieces of her that I keep don't exist materially.

I'd walk and think about my entire life. I'd find my strength again, far from everything that had made my life ridiculous.

He was the most ordinary man in all the world, and yet in her memory he'd become luminous, like the prince in a fairy tale.