Story seems to say that everything happens for a reason and I want to say, No, it doesn’t.
To me, the moment you're talking about nonfiction you're talking about reality.
A book should either allow us to escape existence or teach us how to endure it.
I don’t know what’s the matter with me, why I’m so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumor.
The novel is dead. Long live the antinovel, built from scraps.
You're one of 6.5 billion people now on the planet, and 99.9 percent of your genes are the same as everyone else's.