Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better

Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.

I'd obviously never heard of the group, but my ignorance in literary matters is to blame for that (every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me).

We all have to die a bit every now and then and usually it's so gradual that we end up more alive than ever. Infinitely old and infinitely alive.

I kept having dreams all night. I thought they were touching me with their fingers. But dreams don't have fingers, they have fists, so it must have been scorpions.

Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.

Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.