It's not love or anything, but I think I like you, too.

History is filled with brilliant people who wanted to fix things and just made them worse.

With insomnia, you're never really awake; but you're never really asleep.

This would be...a book that would be a trapdoor down into some place dark. A place only you could go, alone, when you opened the cover. Because only books have that power.

The worst part of writing fiction is the fear of wasting your life behind a keyboard. The idea that, dying, you'll realize you only lived on paper. Your only adventures were make-believe, and while the world fought and kissed, you sat in some dark room masturbating and making money.

Every masterpiece is just dirt and ash put together in some perfect way.

Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.