If we are destined to be together again, be happy to know you’ll be getting the real me, not some blubbering half me.

Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories. Moonlight spins a shroud about me.

Events become feelings, feelings become events

I had never realized how much I needed the attention of others to confirm my own presence.

When bad things turn good, the reason can usually be found in the human heart—sometimes in the hearts of great masses of people, sometimes in the heart of a solitary soul.

I have a curious background for someone who turns out to be a writer.

I’m not my name. My name is something I wear, like a shirt. It gets worn. I outgrow it, I change it.