Worries find you easily enough without inviting them.

I grew up in the '80s where there's a lot of these kind of post-apocalyptic, post-comet, post-whatever it was, so that always captured my imagination a lot as a little kid, that idea of getting access to secret places and being able to roam around where you're not supposed to.

A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.

The truly frightening flaw in humanity is our capacity for cruelty - we all have it.

Everytime people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes.

There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.

What an indulgence it would be, to just blow off my head, all my mean spirits disappearing with a gun blast, like blowing a seedy dandelion apart.