Dawn tinted the darkness like water ink..

Nobody had forgotten anything here. In Berlin, you had to wrestle with the past, you had to build on the ruins, inside them. It wasn't like America w….

A couple of times, I could have turned a trick. But I didn't want to start. I knew how it would play. When you started thinking it was easy, you were….

Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow..

And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality. In a single block, there could be fi….

And I thought, there was no God, there was only what you wanted..

I understood why she did it. At that moment I knew why people tagged graffiti on the walls of neat little houses and scratched the paint on new cars ….

That kind of tenderness couldn't be permitted to last. You only got a taste, enough to know what perfection meant, and then you paid for it the rest ….

What can she possibly teach you, twenty seven names for tears?.

I decided that if I was never going to sell anything as long as I lived, I might as well do what I want to do 'cause then at least I would've done wh….

Appealing to the five senses is the feature that will always set writing apart from the visual media. A good writer will tell us what the world smell….

Let me tell you a few things about regret. There is no end to it. Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?.

I usually start with something that has some energy, like a compressed character or a situation that's wound up like a spring. Then all I have to do ….

You must find a boy your own age. Someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite by its….

Pick a better verb. Most people use twenty verbs to describe everything from a run in their stocking to the explosion of an A-bomb..

These people picked you up and played with you and then left you lying in the rain.

In a train...smash. In his arm her last...breath.' He had loved her. But he hated himself more. Such suffering, so much pain. And he thought it made ….

like a kid kicked out of class. humiliated and free..