I liked this idea: that peculiarness wasn't a deficiency, but an abundance; that it wasn't we who lacked something normals had, but they who lacked peculiarness. That we were more, not less.

If you are a conscious human being who has opinions about the world, then you will unconsciously put your own perspective into the book.

Do you ever find yourself climbing into an open grave during a bombing raid and wish you'd just stayed in bed?

If I'd kept my heart better armored, where would I be now?

I have an unusual hobby: I collect pictures of people I don't know. It started when I was a kid growing up in South Florida, the land of junk stores, garage sales, and flea markets, as a kind of coping mechanism.

Some truths are expressed best in the form of myth.

Sometimes you just need to go through a door.