I’ve had all the monstrosity I want.

A human soul devoid of longing was a soul deformed, deprived of its highest good, sick unto death.

Fun comes hard - like, alas, its prarens, pleasure and happiness, whom we have to pursue.

One thought-murder a day keeps the psychiatrist away.

A novel is balanced between a few true impressions and the multitude of false ones that make up most of what we call life.

...chaos doesn't run the whole show.

You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.