Nobody died. how can you kill an idea? How can you kill the personification of an action?" "Then what died? who are you mourning?" "A point of view.

He was painfully shy, which, as is often the manner of the painfully shy, he overcompensated for by being too loud at the wrong times.

My people, we stay indoors. We have keyboards. We have darkness. It's quiet.

I found English to be a sort of Thomas Hardy aversion therapy.

I make art, sometimes I make true art, and sometimes it fills the empty places in my life. Some of them. Not all.

The great thing about Batman and Superman, in truth, is that they are literally transcendent. They are better than most of the stories they are in.

She had the feeling that the door was looking at her, which she knew was silly, and knew on a deeper level was somehow true.