Art never comes from happiness.

The only thing I shy away from is non-consensual violence. I can't write a story where someone is a simple victim because it's boring.

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

There's a terrible dark joy when the only person who knows all your secrets is finally dead.

Maybe the truth is I really want to like you instead.

If you're male and you're Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God. And if you never know your father, if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God?

We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.