Tell me a story, Pew. What kind of story, child? A story with a happy ending. There’s no such thing in all the world. As a happy ending? As an ending.

The fact is that every atom that we're made of is part of that first explosion of a nuclear star billions of years ago. We're connected to the entire universe.

Many people feel their outer self isn't the whole self.

Quoting her mother: The trouble with a book is you never know what's in it until it's too late!

Part fact part fiction is what life is. And it is always a cover story. I wrote my way out.

Only a fool tries to reconstruct a bunch of grapes from a bottle of wine.

I’m not club-able, you see. I don’t like literary parties and literary gatherings and literary identities. I’d hate to join anything, however loosely.