How folks lay claim to a loved one is they give you a name of their own. They figure to label you as their property.

I am an invisible monster, and I am incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse.

Some stories, you use up. Others use you up.

Who you are moment to moment is just a story.

There are people out there who will not read books, but somehow they'll read my books.

Those who remember the past tend to get the story really screwed up.

If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, doesn't it just lie there and rot?