She doesn't understand that a writer is a special creature--that I'm different from everyone else. I'm not saying I'm superior to other people, just more sensitive, I guess.

She laughed. My favorite music.

Anger is the spirits telling you that you are alive.

I think there was always some scrawny dreamer sitting at the edge of the firelight, who had the ability to imagine dangers, to look into the future in his imagination and see possibilities, and therefore survived to pass his genes on to the next generation.

It's wildly irritating to have invented something as revolutionary as sarcasm, only to have it abused by amateurs.

It’s like he has this power over me—like I have an eating disorder and he’s a package of Oreo Double Stuff cookies.

Boredom can be a lethal thing on a small island.