Old lovers go the way of old photographs, bleaching out gradually as in a slow bath of acid: first the moles and pimples, then the shadings. Then the faces themselves, until nothing remains but the general outlines.

The proper study of Mankind is Everything.

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

I want, I don’t want. How can one live with such a heart?

The objects I chose were designed to hold something, but I didn't fill them up. They remained empty. They were little symbolic shrines to thirst.

It's his word against the Commander's, unless he wants to head a posse. Kick in the door, and what did I tell you? Caught in the act, sinfully Scrabbling. Quick, eat those words.

...we must be a beacon of hope, because if you tell people there's nothing they can do, they will do worse than nothing.