Failing to grapple with complexity actually turns out to be a pretty bad life strategy.

This is what I love about novels - both reading them and writing them. They jump into the abyss to be with you where you are.

It was nice - in the dark and the quiet... and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.

I'm just reveling in the glory of not having to hear the neediness and impotence of my own voice.

Did I help you to a fate you didn't want?

While I did not fancy myself a particularly good person, I never thought my first real sexual action would be prostitutional.

I learned that myth doesn’t mean a lie; it means a traditional story that tells you something about people and their worldview and what they hold sacred. Interesting.