Normally it is not polite to go into somebody’s room without knocking, but you can make an exception if the person is dead, or pretending to be dead.

It is very difficult to make one's way in this world without being wicked at one time or another, when the world's way is so wicked to being with.

The trick to following someone without getting caught is to follow somebody who doesn't think they're being followed.

It's funny, particularly when you're a writer and you're doing well, you have that sense of like, "Oh! My view of the world is the one that's going to be published."

I always think it's silly when people talk about works of culture taking risks. Because there's not any risk involved.

But the world did not match the picture in my head, and instead I was with a strange, uncombed person, overlooking a sea without water and a forest without trees.

Here we are at the bottom, almost empty. It's like confetti, these dried remnants you find in the street for a party no one invited you to. But they used to be, I can admit, part of something beautiful.