We are all our own graveyards, I believe; we squat amongst the tombs of the people we were. If we're healthy, every day is a celebration, a Day of the Dead, in which we give thanks for the lives that we lived, and if we are neurotic we brood and mourn and wish that the past was still present.

Fear is a place where you just tell the truth

Writing about the unholy is one way of writing about what is sacred.

any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.

We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.

My imagination is my polestar; I steer by that.

The extraordinary's the norm.