“We all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why.”

You can’t blame a writer for what the characters say.

Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.

The good thing about masturbation is that you don’t have to get dressed up for it.

The better the actor, the more stupid he is.

They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world: where then could we look for reassurance of our identities?

The problem with living outside the law is that you no longer have its protection.

Imagination, of course, can open any door – turn the key and let terror walk right in.

I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.

Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.

And in this moment, like a swift intake of breath, the rain came.

It’s a very excruciating life facing that blank piece of paper every day and having to reach up somewhere into the clouds and bring something down out of them.

The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.

I can see every monster as they come in.

Reading dreams. That’s what started her walking down the road. Every day she’d walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.

Great fury, like great whisky, requires long fermentation.

Are the dead as lonesome as the living?

The worse feeling is when someone makes you feel special, then suddenly leaves you hanging, and you have to act like you don’t care at all.

Don’t cry for a man who’s left you, the next one may fall for your smile.

Sometimes I wonder will God ever forgive us for what we’ve done to each other? Then I look around and I realize God left this place a long time ago.

The true champion of justice, if he intends to survive even for a short time, must necessarily confine himself to private life and leave politics alone.

Uninvited guests are often most welcome when they leave.

A wise girl kisses but doesn’t love, listens but doesn’t believe, and leaves before she is left.

Two hours of writing fiction leaves this writer completely drained. For those two hours he has been in a different place with totally different people.

Even though we may all become extinct, we can still leave our footprint in the sand.