Whenever I'm asked what advice I have for young writers, I always say that the first thing is to read, and to read a lot. The second thing is to write. And the third thing, which I think is absolutely...
What's that?The laundry basket?No, next to it.I don't see anything next to it.It's my last shred of dignity. It's very small.
What the hell is ? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain particularly instantaneous.
We are about to live the American Dream, which is, of course, to benefit from someone else’s misfortune.
We Play the broken string of our instruments one last time
There's a stark difference between the words 'prodigy' and 'genius.' Prodigies can very quickly learn what other people have already figured out; geniuses discover that which no one has ever previousl...
There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. T...
There is only one things in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you're sixteen, and that's having a kid who bites it from cancer.
The whole problem with boys is that ninety-nine percent of them are, like, okay. If you could dress and hygiene them properly, and make them stand up straight and listen to you and not be dumbasses, t...
The town was paper, but the memories were not.
The thing about That Guy Is a Gigolo,' Radar says, 'I mean, the thing about it as a game, is that in the end it reveals a lot more about the person doing the imagining than it does about the person be...
The pure and simple truth Is rarely pure and never simple.What's a boy to doWhen lies and truth are both sinful?
The point of the story is they built the city anyway, you know? You work with what you have. they had this shit river, and they managed to build an okay city around it. Not a great city, maybe. But no...
The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with.
The important thing is not whatever nonsense the voices are saying, but what the voices are feeling.
That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.
Sorry, I said to the Duke.Eh, it's not your fault. It's Carla's fault. You were turning the wheel. Carla just wasn't listening. I knew I shouldn't have loved her. She's like all the others, Tobin; as...
Something about me has always liked the drama and inconvience of bad weather. The worse the better, really.
Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.
Some people have lives; some people have music.