Feeling is not selective, I keep telling you that. You can’t feel pain, you aren’t gonna feel anything else, either.

Two separate, distinct personalities, not separate at all, but inextricably bound, soul and body and mind, to each other, how did we get so far apart so fast?

Haven't lost your sense of humor after all but your sense of identity is what seems to have been misplaced. No. Wrong. You don't lose what you never had.

Sometimes you are being interviewed by someone and you think, if I knew this person they'd be my best friend. Other times you're being interviewed by a complete jerk.

Writers don't write to inform other people, they write to find out something themselves.

The small seed of despair cracks open and sends experimental tendrils upward to the fragile skin of calm holding him together.

I can write for a long time on one novel and not get tired.