There are threads in our lives. You pull one, and everything else gets affected.

Patrick Kenzie asking a bemused waitress for a newspaper in smalltown USA. 'It's like a homepage without a scroll button?'

Don't get me wrong, I love literary fiction. It's faux literary fiction I can't stand.

Grief, he said, is carnivorous.

There's something ugly about the flawless.

I sort of play golf because a lot of my friends are into it, but I'm awful - my handicap is about six or seven thousand.

This world can only give me reminders of what I don't have, can never have, didn't have for long enough.