I just love writing. It's magical, it's somewhere else to go, it's somewhere much more dreadful, somewhere much more exciting. Somewhere I feel I belong, possibly more than in the so-called real world.

We all have our dreams. May we find them, and God have mercy on us when we do.

Writing is writing, and stories are stories. Perhaps the only true genres are fiction and nonfiction. And even there, who can be sure?

I will draw you back to me. You shall see. By a chain of stars.

Hope is a punishable offense. The verdict is always death; one more death of the heart.

I'm not very good at being alive. Sometimes I despair of ever mastering it, getting it right. When I'm old, perhaps.

The dictate of the light says: Know yourself and what you are. The dark replies, By all means, but then become afraid.