I am fascinated a) by transgressive art and b) what happens beyond the boundaries.

Black as night, sweet as sin.

If you have something specific and visible to fear, rather than something that could be anything, it is easier.

The imagination and the place that dreams come from is so huge and so important. I'm trying to write about the real world, in that I'm trying to write about whatever it is the experience that makes us human, the things that we have in common.

He felt her heart beating against his chest. The moment began to transmute, and he wondered if there was something he should do. He wondered if he should kiss her. He wondered if he wanted to kiss her, and he realized that he truly didn't know.

Pain shared, my brother, is pain not doubled but halved. No man is an island

I guess it's just another one of life's little mysteries." "I'm tired of mysteries." "Yeah? I think they add a kind of zest to the world. Like salt in a stew.