Rant would tell people: 'You're a different human being to everybody you meet.

Discovering the 'impossible' ending to a new book makes me sick with joy and relief.

This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

A shadow of a reflection of an image of an illusion.

So often with beginning writers, the story that they want to start with is the most important story of their life - my molestation, my this, my horrible drug addiction - they want to tell that most important story, and they don't have the skills to tell it yet, so it ends up becoming a comedy. A powerful story told poorly becomes funny, it just makes people laugh behind their hands.

Ever since college, I make friends. They get married. I lose friends.

At the last minute, I couldn't wear the Hitler mustache because Tiger Stripe ate it; and then I didn't want to take my kitty and risk his coughing up some big Nazi hairball on someone's front stoop.