Poe was the first writer to write about main characters who were bad guys or who were mad guys, and those are some of my favorite stories.

Dead fields under a November sky, scattered rose petals brown and turning up at the edges, empty pools scummed with algae, rot, decomposition, dust.

We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why. Not until the future eats the present, anyway. We know when it's too late.

No one ever really pays for betrayal in silver....The price of any betrayal always comes due in flesh.

The great thing about writing is that...you can do all these antisocial things and you get paid for them and nobody ever arrests you because they're all make-believe. Then that way if you were actually ever driven to do any of those things, the pressure's off because you'd have already written them down. It's therapy.

God wiped snot out of his nose and that was you.

Friends. They aren’t any such thing as good friend or bad friend. Maybe there are just friend. People who stand by you when you're hurt and who helped you feel not so lonely. Maybe there are worth being scared for and hoping for and living for. Maybe worth dying for too. If that what has to be. No bad friends. Only people you want. Need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart.