That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste.

Maybe some people need to believe in a proper and omnipotent God to pray, but I don't.

I'm a grenade, I just want to stay away from people and read books, and think.

When you’re as charming and physically attractive as myself, it’s easy enough to win over people you meet. But getting strangers to love you...now, that’s the trick.

I know that books seem like the ultimate thing that's made by one person, but that's not true. Every reading of a book is a collaboration between the reader and the writer who are making the story up together.

The sky is like a monochromatic contemporay painting, drawing me in its illusion of depth, pulling me up.

He puts the killing thing in his mouth but doesn't give it the power to kill him.