Writing... is an act of faith: I believe it's also an act of hope, the hope that things can get better than they are.

The sands of time are quicksands ... so much can sink into them without a trace.

I particularly like Twitter, because it's short and can be very funny and informative. It's a little bit like having your own radio program.

These things sneak up on him for no reason, these flashes of irrational happiness. It's probably a vitamin deficiency.

Kafka thought his stories were hilarious. We don't necessarily have that reaction to them, but he certainly laughed his head off every time he read them out loud.

...how much needless despair has been caused by a series of biological mismatches, a misalignment of the hormones and pheromones? Resulting in the fact that the one you love so passionately won't or can't love you. As a species we're pathetic that way: imperfectly monogamous.

He considers me also a little fragile because artistic. I need to be cared for, like a potted plant.