The only people I ever get irritated with are the ones who announce, using my Twitter handle, that they are no longer following me and why.

The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.

If you can't eat it, drink it, smoke it, or snort it... then f*ck it!

I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You're doing things you've never done before, and more importantly, you're Doing Something.

You made peace,” said the buffalo man. “You took our words and made them your own. They never understood that they were here—and the people who worshiped them were here—because it suits us that they are here. But we can change our minds. And perhaps we will.

Books smell and feel better. They have that wonderful thingness of turning the pages.

I was thinking one of the great things about fiction is we, as a race, only get to look out of our own eyes at the world. And fiction is a fantastic way of looking out through somebody else's eyes.