A little talent is a good thing to have if you want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every scar.

I've killed enough of the world's trees.

They're animals, all right. But why are you so goddam sure that makes us human beings?

The concept of dreaming is known to the waking mind but to the dreamer there is no waking, no real world, no sanity; there is only the screaming bedlam of sleep.

The stories we hear in our childhood are the ones we remember all our lives.

Of course when you were running with the bottom dogs, what you mostly saw were paws, claws, and assholes.

He lay back, put his arm over his eyes, and tried to hold onto the anger, because the anger made him feel brave. A brave man could think. A coward couldn't.