... suddenly I was a kid in the hall standing outside my locker about to head to Math. But that was how it went sometimes, the English language, when you really needed it, crumbled to clay in your mouth. That's when all the real things were said.

Certainly one of the surprising truths of having a book published is realizing that your book is as open to interpretation as an abstract painting. People bring their own beliefs and attitudes to your work, which is thrilling and surprising at the same time.

I was aware now, as ever, that between all people there were First Times You See Them and Last Times you See Them.

Because every one of us has our box, a dark chamber stowing the thing that lanced our heart. It contains what you do everything for, strive for, wound everything around you.

Betrayal isn't ridiculous. It's the reason empires fall.

Within every elaborate lie, a kernel of truth.

It’s got to be some kind of cult. Anyone offers you Kool-Aid or a hot shower, say no.