The road to death is a lonely highway, and longer than it apears, even when it leads straight down from the scaffold, by way of a rope; and it's a dark road, with never any moon shining on it, to light your way.

What a moron I was to think you were sweet and innocent, when it turns out you were actually college-educated the whole time!

The short answer to 'Why do you write' is - I suppose I write for some of the same reasons I read: to live a double life; to go places I haven't been; to examine life on earth; to come to know people in ways, and at depths, that are otherwise impossible; to be surprised.

When I was 16, I started publishing all kinds of things in school magazines.

Why are we designed to see the world as supremely beautiful just as we're about to be snuffed? Do rabbits feel the same as the fox teeth bite down on their necks? Is it mercy?

I tend to feel if people say they're going to do something, they will, if given the chance.

We have been shark to one another, but also lifeboat.