We are not dead but asleep, dreaming of ourselves.

There is no hatred in my love for you. Only a sadness I feel all the more strongly for my inability to explain or describe it.

I don't want to hurt myself. I want to stop hurting.

The fun of reading as "an exchange between consciousnesses, a way for human beings to talk to each other about stuff we can't normally talk about."

Fiction is about what it is to be a human being.

Rap's conscious response to the poverty and oppression of U.S. blacks is like some hideous parody of sixties black pride.

These worst mornings with cold floors and hot windows and merciless light - the soul's certainty that the day will have to be not traversed but sort of climbed, vertically, and then that going to sleep again at the end of it will be like falling, again, off something tall and sheer.