A heroin-thin boy with enough rings in his eyebrows to resemble a shower curtain rod.

Some people don't know what to do with an act of kindness.

[I] don't think I was trying to kill myself. I just wanted to hurt, and understand exactly whay I was hurting. This made sense: you cut, you felt pain, period.

You don't make peace only with G-d. You make it with people. Sin isn't global. It's personal. If you do wrong to someone, the only way to fix that is to go to that same person and do right by him.

The act of writing... is the act of trying to understand why my opinion is what it is. And ultimately, I think that's the same experience the reader has when they pick up one of my books.

Many trees have died so that the Catholic Church can preach against homosexuality.

Maybe knowing where you belong is not equal to knowing who you are.