And some day well remember so much that well build the biggest goddam steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in and cover it up.

It was a great place to write a novel about book burning, in the library basement.

First, find out what your hero wants, then just follow him.

And what, you ask, does writing teach us? First and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is a gift and a privilege, not a right.

Edgar Allen Poe really started me when I was 8. I fell in love with everything of his.

Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.

(...) And metaphors like cats behind your smile, Each one wound up to purr, each one a pride, Each one a fine gold beast you've hid inside (...)