Being edited is like falling face down into a threshing machine.

Love was like a steamroller. There was no avoiding it; it went over you and you came out flat.

The internet is 95 percent porn and spam

You quickly find, when you are a hand-reader as I am, that nothing interests people so much as themselves.

All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel. ...Think about it. There's escaping from the wolves, fighting the wolves, capturing the wolves, taming the wolves. Being thrown to the wolves, or throwing others to the wolves so the wolves will eat them instead of you. Running with the wolf pack. Turning into a wolf. Best of all, turning into the head wolf. No other decent stories exist.

To want is to have a weakness.

We thought we were running away from the grownups, and now we are the grownups.