Life being what it is, one dreams not of revenge. One just dreams.

I wondered if it was possible to donate my body to science before I was actually dead. I wondered if a disease were to be named after me what the symptoms would be.

I love road trips. You get into this Zen rhythm; throw sense of time out the window.

David Bergen is a master of taut, spare prose that's both erotic and hypnotic. . . .

It was the first time that we had sort of articulated our major problem. She wanted to die and I wanted her to live and we were enemies who loved each other.

I learned another thing, which is that just because someone is eating the ashes of your protagonist doesn't mean you stop telling the story.

Conversing with children is a fine art.... An art form that demands large amounts of both honesty and misdirection. Or maybe discretion is a better word.