“A coward judges all he sees by what he is.”

The more you read, the less apt you are to make a fool of yourself with your pen or word processor.

Fiction is the truth inside the lie.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

Don’t give me what I ask for, give me what I need.

What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common.

Friends. They aren’t any such thing as good friend or bad friend. Maybe there are just friend.

The brain is a muscle that can move the world.

I think that we’re all mentally ill. Those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better – and maybe not all that much better after all.

The devil’s voice is sweet to hear.

Talent is never static. It’s always growing or dying.

That wasn’t any act of God. That was an act of pure human fuckery.

The trust of the innocent is the liar’s most useful tool.

There’s no harm in hoping for the best as long as you’re prepared for the worst.

Memories are contrary things; if you quit chasing them and turn your back, they often return on their own.

The only religions I don’t like are the ones that insist their God is bigger than your God.

No good friends, no bad friends; only people you want, need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart.