I just write about what I feel I want to write about. I'm like a kid. I get an idea, and it's like a kid's toy that you push and tug around the room. It's fun, it's bright, it's pretty and maybe it'll go clack-clack or whiz-whiz, whatever it happens to do. I like to make believe.

When people begin to lose hope, there's bound to be explosions.

Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.

There had never been a shortage of fools in the world

Above, the stars shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe.

The last good time always comes, and when you see the darkness creeping toward you, you hold on to what was bright and good. You hold on for dear life.

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.