The imagination can be dangerous. It can change the world. And that is why we write.

And after awhile of this my brain and my body and every single inch of me that was alive was flooded with the feeling that I was starving, starving for Edmond. And what a coincidence, that was the feeling I loved best in the world.

It's a strange sensation to live inside another person's life, to wonder all the time what he is doing, or thinking or feeling.

I noticed that once you realize someone's watching you it's pretty hard not to find yourself watching them back.

Perhaps the way to succeed is to think of life on Earth as a colossal joke, a creation of such immense stupidity that the only way to live is to laugh until you think your heart will break.

Things Happen and once they start happening you pretty much just to hold on for dear life and see where they drop you when they stop.

Life is absolutely horrific, leading up to absolute horror.