Race and class are the easiest divisions. It's very stupid

I used to live a very social life and never spend much solitary time looking at birds or reading.

I've gotten a lot of livid letters about the awfulness of my work. I've never known what to make of it. Why do people bother to write if they hate what I do?

You can't know what a book is about until the very end. This is true of a book we're reading or writing.

The histories of vampires and people are not so different, really. How many of us can honestly see our own reflection?

I found myself compelled, like this weird, shameful compulsion to draw cute animals.

Playing and fun are not the same thing, though when we grow up we may forget that and find ourselves mixing up playing with happiness. There can be a kind of amnesia about the seriousness of playing, especially when we played by ourselves.