I am always chilled and astonished by the would-be writers who ask me for advice and admit, quite blithely, that they "don't have time to read." This is like a guy starting up Mount Everest saying that he didn't have time to buy any rope or pitons.

It’s hard to let go. Even when what you’re holding onto is full of thorns, it’s hard to let go. Maybe especially then.

If something is accessible to a lot of people, it's got to be dumb because most people are dumb.

Sarcastic people tend to be marshmallows underneath the armor

What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common.

And she sees that the moonlight is losing its orange glow. It has become buttery, and will soon turn to silver.

... suicide gets in the air sometimes. Like a cold germ.