After long enough, everyone in the world will be you enemy.

If the living are haunted by the dead, then the dead are haunted by their own mistakes.

It's only in drugs or death we'll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.

When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.

Suicide is very contagious.

My stories tend to bring people from isolation into community - with at least one other person, usually with a whole community of people - so that they find themselves accepted back by a world that they kind of fled from.

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.