I'm an American. We're a people diseased with progress.

Snow makes cities innocent again, reveals the frailty of the human gesture against the void.

No artist knows everything... but since every artist knows more than he can tell, all art is lying by omission.

Literature is humanity's broad-minded alter-ego, with room in its heart for monsters, even for you. It's humanity without the judgement.

We’re the worst thing because for us the worst thing is the best thing. And it’s only the best thing for us if it’s the worst thing for someone else.

That's what happens when you keep a secret from someone you love: you start to hate them for allowing you to prove your own willingness to deceive them.

My parents believe in the happy endings to the stories of their children.