I'm just another stupid human.

The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is like a yellow hole. . .

People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.

The beauty of my work is that my sets cost nothing. That's what I love about being a writer of novels.

There were stars. They burned my eyes.

The point is, it didn’t really matter what the book was about. It was what it meant that was important.

in the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears.