I don't believe in villains or heroes, only in right or wrong ways that individuals are taken, not by choice, but by necessity or by certain still uncomprehended influences in themselves, their circumstances and their antecedents.

The Venus flytrap, a devouring organism, aptly named for the goddess of love.

When things don’t change, their sameness becomes an accretion. That is why all society puts on flesh. Succumbs to the cubicles and begins to fill them.

Most of the confidence which I appear to feel, especially when influenced by noon wine, is only a pretense.

I'm only really alive when I'm writing.

We lose the magic whenever we stop telling our story and begin to wonder how we're doing, if we're selling it, if the listener likes us. Just tell the story and go on to the next one. All of us are full of stories the world might want to hear.

And funerals are pretty compared to deaths.