The future is just wasted on some people.

It seems that so much writing is being done in the nineteenth-century model, where every connection has to be thoroughly explained.

The feeling is less like an ending than just another starting point.

People have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.

Unless we have that moment of chaos, followed by the emotional release of realization, nothing will be remembered.

The difference between how you look and how you see yourself is enough to kill most people. And maybe the reason vampires don’t die is because they can never see themselves in photographs or mirrors.

It's the Marilyn Monroe school of medicine where enough of any drug will cure any disease.