By the time I was fourteen the nail in my wall would no longer support the weight of the rejection slips impaled upon it. I replaced the nail with a spike and went on writing.

I believe that anyone using the phrase 'That's so cool' should have to stand in the corner.

If being a kid is about learning how to live, then being a grown-up is about learning how to die.

When you write you tell yourself a story. When you rewrite you take out everything that is NOT the story.

Until that afternoon in October four years ago, I hadn't known dogs could scream.

He killed them with their love.

I know life is hard, I think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why dos it have to be cruel, as well? Why does it have to bite?