We don't stop loving people just because we hate them, but we don't stop hating them either.

I’m living in separate universes, and I have no idea where I actually belong.

When I'm writing novels, even screenplays, it's never an actor I have in mind; it's always the version in my head of who the character is. Once somebody gets cast, I have to adjust a little bit to who they are.

It's hard to imagine her ever having felt lost, but it's impossible to know the people your parents were before they were your parents.

↑ top up position down The fact that I suspect I'm an asshole means I probably am not, because a real asshole doesn't think he's an asshole, does he? Therefore, by realizing that I'm an asshole, I am in fact negating that very realization, am I not? Descartes's Asshole Axiom: I think I am; therefor I'm not one.

Everyone always wants to know how you can tell when it's true love, and the answer is this: when the pain doesn't fade and the scars don't heal, and it's too damned late.

At this point in my life, I'm not looking for any happy endings. I'm just looking to get things started.