You tell yourself that noise is what defines silence. Without noise, silence would not be golden. Noise is the exception.

It's nice to see something more pathetic than I feel right now.

On a night without moon or stars you can't see a thing, but you can imagine anything.

We went sailing one time, and he wore a Speedo, and any smart woman should know that means bisexual at least.

Our real discoveries come from chaos, from going to the place that looks wrong and stupid and foolish.

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.

I told him to buy land, my mum says, they’re not making it anymore.