Become like a sheet of blotting paper and soak it all in. Later on you can figure out what to keep and what to unload.

Why do people have to build such depressing places? I'm not saying that every nook and cranny of the world has to be beautiful, but does it have to be this ugly?

Like most novelists, I like to do exactly the opposite of what I'm told. It's in my nature as a novelist. Novelists can't trust anything they haven't seen with their own eyes or touched with their own hands.

My biggest fault is that the faults I was born with grow bigger each year.

People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.

I was reduced to pure concept. My flesh had dissolved; my form had dissipated. I floated in space. Liberated of my corporeal being, but without dispensation to go anywhere else.I was adrift in the void. Somewhere across the fine line separating nightmare from reality.

Be fearless, be brave, be bold, love yourself