Some questions will ruin you if you are denied the answer long enough.

I find myself in this bizarre position in which everything I write and talk about is pretty much about this issue, the environment. It feels a little too comfortable, because at the end of the day I can rationalize that I'm doing my share. I don't know if I actually am, I don't know if I should be more of an activist than I am. But at the end of the day, everybody needs to do those things that they're most likely to continue doing, and that aren't going to burn them out.

When we wake, it is because something, some event, some pinprick even, disturbs the edges of what we’ve taken as reality.

What occurs after revelation and paralysis?

Who had the bigger burden? The one who had to watch the other person endure or the one who endured?

When they give you things, ask yourself why. When you're grateful to them for giving you the things you should have anyway, ask yourself why.

Imbuing fiction with a life that extends beyond the last word is in some ways the goal: the ending that goes beyond the ending in the reader's mind, so invested are they in the story.