I am your number one fan.

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.

Any parting could be forever, and we don't know.

There seems to be no air in the air she breaths.

Isn't it too bad that the great truths are all such lies.

I think of fear as a survival function, and in the stories that I write, the only thing that I've tried to do is provide people with nightmares which are really safe places to put those fears for a while because you can say afterwards that uh, that, that well it was all just make-believe anyway, so I just took my emotions for a walk.

Hemingway sucks. If I set out to write that way, it would have been been hollow and lifeless because it wasn't me.