She was not vain enough to work her will against the world. But she could use the things the world had given her.

She was a wicked thing sometimes. All full of want. As if the shape of the world depended on her mood. As if she were important.

But no. There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.

It exhasperated her, but she knew better than to force the world to her desire.

She knew the true shape of the world. All else was shadow and the sound of distant drums.

I cannot help but wonder how many of us walk through our lives, day after day, feeling slightly broken and alone, surrounded all the time by others who feel exactly the same way.

Answers were always important, but they were seldom easy.

Some days simply lay on you like stones.

The gesture was so tight with rage she feared she’d snap and crack the world in two.

I love her more than just a little. I think it's because we're both somewhat broken, in our own odd ways. More importantly, we're both aware of it.

But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world.

My past is everything I failed to be.

There was always a grandeur and a nobility in my megalomania. And also something cheap and loathsome that I could not help.

Life is like a cup of coffee: The more avidly you drink of it, the sooner you reach the dregs.

The life you have led doesn't need to be the only life you have.

Comics have a caste system - an editor has to act in a certain way, an artist has to be humble.

My earliest childhood memory was watching my parents loosen the wheels on my stroller.

We forgive when we give up attachment to our wounds.

Joy acts like a trampoline, everything that touches it bouncing right back off it.

I think the quality of something like the Beveridge, for instance, will have a life of its own.

Unlike landed white men, she didn't need to climb mountains to experience mystic panic. All she needed was to set her alarm dock for the next morning, wake when it rang, and go to class.