You might think what I tell you next is all a dream, or that I've imagined it. I can't help it if that's what you think, but I swear it's true. Sometimes the truest things are the hardest to believe.

Sometimes I can see colour without opening my eyes. I saw that Billy's heart was no colour and every colour. Like water or diamonds or crystals, it's pure and reflects the light.

I saw pearls in her mouth and the velvet cushion of her tongue and I heard the magic words come out of her.

I didn't understand right away what she meant. But her words soaked through my skull like warm oil, behind my eyes, down my spine and into the empty space inside me.

You don't tell anyone things like that about your friends, even when you're mad at them.

Maybe if the empty space inside her was filled with love there'd be no room for sad and dark things.

... I'll tell her about Tia. I'll tell her how beautiful she was and how brave. And I'll tell her the most important thing of all: that her mother loved her better than her life.

Sometimes it's better to live without a mother than not to live at all.

Then I kissed Max because I loved him, and everyone I had ever loved before had gone away and I had never kissed them goodbye.

I didn't know what to say when someone's given you a small free kiss in the dark ...

Through the night we drove in a tangle of waking and sleeping, nightmares from hell and holy white dreams.

I reached up with my finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, remembering when that was the greatest hurt I'd ever known.

Ah, Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.

For many people, an excuse is better than an achievement because an achievement, no matter how great, leaves you having to prove yourself again in the future; but an excuse can last for life.

I understand why a lot of women want to dress hipster. But I grew up sneaking my mom's Victoria's Secrets...so I could look at the hot chicks!

How wonderful it feels to be an artist and a woman in the twentieth century.

Criticism is concerned with evaluation. There may be evaluative principles implicit in this or that form of theory, but theory in and of itself is not prescriptive.

Which office do I go to to get my reputation back?

Grief, no matter where it comes from, can only be resolved by connecting to other people.

I get to go to all these beautiful places, so it's nice being able to take pictures of it.

Found a good voice and took advantage of it. Each of my specialties was like a prospector discovering a vein of gold. I worked each until the vein was exhausted.