Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

You learn best by reading a lot and writing a lot, and the most valuable lessons of all are the ones you teach yourself.

I see things, that's all. Write enough stories and every shadow on the floor looks like a footprint; every line in the dirt like a secret message.

Humor is almost always anger with its make-up on.

What I'm saying is that I'm trying to find rational reasons to explain irrational feelings, and that's neveer a good sign.

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.

The tears that heal are also the tears that scald and scourge.