Dreams can come true there [Los Angeles]in ways impossible anywhere else, and they can get destroyed as well.

I hadn't learned yet that everybody's locked up some way or other. That's how life is we're all imprisoned by something.

There are never words for the strongest of our feelings. There is just the pain that we cannot share. Pain we must all feel alone.

My life has been like all the lives, long and hard and full of sadness and confusion and horror, a frightening, difficult dream punctuated by brief moments of joy. And as is the case with all people's lives, the moments of joy are never often enough and never long enough.

I have a great amount of confidence and faith in my abilities to write. There are other areas of my life where I'm not as confident, and have not as much faith, but when it comes down to writing and working, I don't worry about it. I trust myself to get it right.

I try to make the voice in my head come out onto the page. I try to make it much more conversational than other writing. I speak everything, so if something sounds right I write it. It's more about sound and the rhythm of speech than written language.

What's crazy is living your life according to some book written by someone who couldn't imagine what your life would be like.