Because in a small dark room, a broken child lies on a filthy bed and stares up at a high window. He waits for me, too. And I—I who have failed at everything and have failed everyone—I must not, I cannot, I will not fail him.

Every heart is made of stories.

Life’s all about the revolution, isn’t it? The one inside, I mean. You can’t change history. You can’t change the world. All you can ever change is yourself.

I think your vision gets better as you get older.

There is a ghost here. A lonely, heartbroken spirit. The ghost of everything that could've been and never was.

I struggled for a long time to get anything published.

Turn away. From the darkness, the madness, the pain. Open your eyes and look at the light.