I was aware too how strange adults were, how theirs lives were vaster than they wanted anyone to realize, that they actually stretched on and on like deserts, dry and desolate, with an unpredictable, shifting sea of dunes.

Sometimes it takes more courage not to let yourself see. Sometimes knowledge is damaging - not enlightenment but enleadenment.

Not returning phone calls is the severest form of torture in the civilized world.

I haven't always been a writer and I suppose I tiptoed around the idea of writing full time, because it's so isolating.

I'm not afraid of total failure. In the end, we're all just food for worms, so what are we so worried about?

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

It’s what we chase but never find. It is the mystery of our lives, the understanding that even when we have everything we want it is one day to leave us. It’s the something unseen, the lurking devastation, the darkness that gives our lives dimension.