I don't like novels that tie everything up in a plot-y way. I always think that's not really true of life, particularly of people in power.

I don't like novels that tie everything up in a plot-y way. I always think that's not really true of life, particularly of people in power.

People went through life like well handled jugs, collecting chips and scrapes and stains from wear and tear, from holding and pouring life.

You didn’t understand what he was saying, until he kissed you. It was a kiss of such complicity, of such uncomplicated sympathy, that you felt for the first time not alone in your suffering.

Of all the conditions we experience, solitude is perhaps the most misunderstood.

I'll tell you this, lad: A tattoo says more of a fellow looking at it than it can do of the man who's got it on his back.

You’ve been wondering lately when the moment is that somebody is truly lost to you.