She sits up. I can’t read her expression, but her cheeks look a little pink. “I didn’t think you were going to be here.” “I live here.

It demeans you to cover rotten meat with honey. I know what I am. What would you want with a monster?" "Everything.

Every plan is a house of cards.

The more powerful you become, the more others will find ways to master you. They'll do it through those you love and those you hate. They will find the bit and the bridle that fits your mouth and will make you yield.

You have to write a lot. And you have to rewrite what you wrote a lot more.

A man may daydream of how he would spend a million dollars, but playing the same game with a billion dollars sours the fantasy. There are too many possibilities. The house he once wished for with all his heart is suddenly too small. The travel, too cheap. He wanted to visit an island. Now he contemplates buying one.

More and more I feel like the boy who cut off his nose to spite his face.