I'd been raised by my parents to believe barfing your feelings on other people was the height of impoliteness.

Wanting more is just a recipe for heartache.

Fools are the only folk on the earth who can absolutely count on getting what they deserve.

I get inspiration, a lot of times, from very commonplace things that just strike a chord and develop themselves in the subconscious.

Every man or woman who loves Him, they hate Him too, because He's a hard God, a jealous God.

I never have a thematic intention at the outset. The story informs the theme for me rather than the other way around. But as it happens... this is, at least to a degree, about getting old and the rapid passage of our lives.

It was not fair, it was not fair, it was not fair. So cried his child's heart, and then his child's heart died a little. For that is also the way of the world.