“She wanted so to be tranquil, to be someone who took walks in the late-afternoon sun, listening to the birds and crickets and feeling the whole world breathe. Instead, she lived in her head like a ...”

“I dont want life to imitate art. I want life to be art.”

“There's no room for demons when you're self-possessed.”

“ligion is the opiate of the masses." "I did masses of opiates religiously.”

“I'm sorry it's not Mark - it could've been. It should've been. It might've meant something. Maybe not much, but certainly more.”

“Actually, I am a failed anorexic. I have anorexic thinking, but I can't seem to muster the behavoir”

“It was the truth, and like any truth, it was powerful.”

“Their Silver war is being paid for in Red blood.”

“We've already been killed, all of us. It happened so long ago, we've forgotten it.”

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”

“The road to hell is paved with adverbs.”

“All words are pegs to hang ideas on.”

“A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.”

“No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake....”