Fate seems to be taking me in some even stranger directions.

My imagination is a kind of animal. So what I do is keep it alive.

People soon get tired of things that aren't boring, but not of what is boring.

Death was not the opposite of life. It was already here, within my being, it had always been here, and no struggle would permit me to forget that.

Results aside, the ability to have complete faith in another human being is one of the finest qualities a person can possess.

When I write about a 15-year old, I jump, I return to the days when I was that age. It's like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly.

Don't let appearances fool you. There's always only one reality!