I really don't know what "I love you" means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.

The strangest part of being so well known is definitely getting a New Yorker profile. It's a wonderful, strange process, like seeing yourself through a distorting mirror.

I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.

Richard wondered how the marquis managed to make being pushed around in a wheelchair look like a romantic and swashbuckling thing to do.

I don't believe in "writer's block". I try and deal with getting stuck by having more than one thing to work on at a time. And by knowing that even a hundred bad words that didn't exist before is forward progress.

There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.

I lay on the bed and lost myself in stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyways.