How everything you ever love will reject you or die. Everything you ever create will be thrown away. Everything you're proud of will end up as trash.

A short story is something that you can hold in your mind. You can really analyze how the entire thing works, like a machine

Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?

I really believe it's the moments we can't talk about that become the rest of our lives. It's the moments we can't process by telling a story that destroy us in the end.

I don't do much more than organise other people's ideas and insights and thoughts, and sort of harvest them, and inventory them and present them.

How I feel is cheap and used, dirty and humiliated. Dirty and tricked and thrown away.

Someday you will die, and until you know that, you're useless to me.