The worst feeling: when you just have to wait and prepare yourself for the lie.

I'm a huge fan of ghost stories, that sort of slow build, the suspense and the questioning about whether you're imagining something or if it's real.

It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters.

Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?

To spend a life in dreams, that sounded too lovely.

Republicans go to Sam’s Club, Democrats go to Costco.

Safer to be feared than loved.