Publishing a book is like stuffing a note into a bottle and hurling it into the sea.

Sooner or later, I hate to break it to you, you're gonna die, so how do you fill in the space between here and there? It's yours. Seize your space.

Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings...but there’s something dead about it, something deserted.

Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life-sized.

You shouldn't do that," said Laura. "You could set yourself on fire.

I am not your justification for existence.

The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.