For most of us, I think it's easier to admit doing wrong than being stupid.

Wanting more is just a recipe for heartache.

Speaking personally, you can have my gun, but you'll take my book when you pry my cold, dead fingers off of the binding.

And this wasn’t lying, not really. It was leaving out.

The wonder is that so many OCDs manage to live productive lives, just the same. They work, they eat (often not enough or too much, it's true), they go to the movies, they make love to their girlfriends and boyfriends, their wives and husbands... and all the time those birds are there, clinging to them and pecking away little bits of flesh.

I write about things that scare me. I've never written a snake story in my life. I myself have never written a story about snakes because they don't scare me. I write about rats because they scare the hell out of me.

We have once again succeeded in destroying what we could not create.