We have this habit of romanticizing the lives of writers. I remember when I was a kid, I was like, 'I want to be Kurt Vonnegut.'

This is unbearable ... God. These books she'll never read. Her Life's Library.

If I could do it all over again," he said, his speech slow and vaguely mangled by his massive lower lip, "I'd just let myself be trampled to death by the Satan Pig.

Because no one thought she was a person, she had no one to really talk to.

There is always the risk: something is good and good and good and good, then all at once it gets awkward.

What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.

You can trust that caring, as a rule, ends poorly,” which is true. Caring doesn’t sometimes lead to misery. It always does.