There's no way you can get the past right. You can pretend. You can delude yourself, but you can't re-create what's over.

Believe in me and die forever.

There's a terrible dark joy when the only person who knows all your secrets is finally dead.

In the end, it's never what you worry about that gets you.

So if you think this is going to save you...If you think anything is going to save you...Please consider this your final warning.

When someone walks in and you say "a six-foot-tall man," you miss the opportunity to describe what a six-foot-tall man would look like to your narrator, because how the narrator describes a six-foot-tall man says more about the narrator than about the man.

I want out of the labels. I don't want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that's not on the map. A real adventure.' A spinx. A mystery. A blank. Unknown. Undefined.