I spent my life attacking everything because I was too afraid to risk creating anything.

Inspiration needs disease, injury, madness.

...no way could I fall in love. I just couldn't go there yet. Settle for less. I didn't want to process through anything. I didn't want to pick up any pieces. Lower my expectations.

My books are more about people experimenting with different identities and social models in a short-term way before they can break through to something authentic.

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

Those who remember the past tend to get the story really screwed up.

It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.