I hadn’t been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.

It's just that I learned a while ago that the best way to get people to like you is not to like them too much.

The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.

That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.

As a reader, I don't feel a story has an obligation to make me happy. I want stories to show me a bigger world than the one I know.

It seems to me that all the things we keep in sealed boxes are both alive and dead until we open the box, that the unobserved is both there and not.

Love is just a shout in the void.