Being remembered is all anyone can ask from a lost love.

I have to believe that literature can effect change; otherwise, I would have no purpose in my life and would have wasted four years on Ilustrado.

It kills me how these days everyone has clinical justification for their strangeness.

If our greatest fear is to sink away alone and unremembered, the brutality that time will inflict upon each of us will always run stronger than any river's murky waves.

I'm home and safe and filled with the comfort of being somewhere I've already been. The ruckus of homecoming is brutally enjoyable and everyone makes me feel like a champion. And all I had to do was stay away long enough.

To be an honest writer, you have to be away from home, and totally alone in life.

Angst is not the human condition, it’s the purgatory between what we have and what we want but can’t get.