The Things I Keep Going Back To,

My Heart Was Simultaneously Broken And Filled With Lust, I Was Exhausted, And I Loved Every Minute Of It. It Was Strange And Elating To Find Myself For Once The Weaker.

He Looked So Profoundly Disappointed In Me That I Wondered For A Moment If He Was Someone I Knew.

I Can Imagine Anything Except Having No Imagination.

All Novels Are Sequels; Influence Is Bliss.

A True Storyteller Is Really Good At Writing Himself Into A Corner And Then Finding A Way Out Of That Corner