The air itself was ebony, like the denial, the refutation, of the idea of light.

I say the sentences again and again in my head until they sound right.

No novel has ever changed anything, as far as I can see.

At its grandest, political correctness is an attempt to accelerate evolution.

Addictions do come in handy sometimes: at least you have to get out of bed for them.

Closure is a greasy little word which, moreover, describes a nonexistent condition. The truth, Venus, is that nobody gets over anything.

Because we are all poets or babies in the middle of the night, struggling with being.