Here’s my answer to the very real existential crisis that grips me midway through everything I’ve ever tried to do: I think stories help us fight the nihilistic urges that constantly threaten to consume us.
My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.
I think inspiration is always around; it’s just a question of whether or not you’re noticing it.
The right story needs the right telling.
I’m not interested in writing for adults. I like them as people! I don’t like the way they publish books in that world. Nothing ever gets a chance.
When people have to choose between civilization and warm genitals, they choose warm genitals.
The darkest nights produce the brightest stars.
I write about broken people who need other people in order to go on. But those are the only kind of people I know to exist. We are all broken.
Think for one minute of those who have loved you up into this day.
That’s the great thing about being in the third grade. If you’ve got one polysyllabic adjective, everyone thinks you’re a genius.
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.
It has been my experience that maximizing income is a helluva lot less important than maximizing passion and fulfillment in your both professionally and personally.
Ya gotta live somewhere, but also you GET to live somewhere.
Just a word of advice. Whenever you’re furious with your parents or you think they’re terrible, just remember, you vomited on them and they kept you.
The United States Congress, like a lot of rich people, lives in two houses.
In English, we don’t have a word for people who aren’t virgins. What the non-virgin lexical gap really made me think was that our obsession with sexual purity is such that once you are no longer this THING, you are indescribable.
In general, watching children’s television is a dark and surreal descent into madness where the characters on the screen talk directly to you.
Study broadly and without fear.
Patients are almost always preceded by their parents, because no matter how fast an ambulance can drive, terrified parents can drive faster.
I was surprised. I’d always associated belief in heaven with, frankly, a kind of intellectual disengagement. But Gus wasn’t dumb.