Darkness was a presence. I learned to see in it, I learned to see through it, and I learned to see the darkness of my own.
We're here to keep you in one piece, if you ignore us, you're quite likely to end up in two pieces, or lots of pieces, it's all part of the paradox.
She knew full well that writers were sex-crazed bohemians who broke the rules and didn't go out to work.
Uncertainty to me was like Aardvaark to other people. A curious thing I had no notion of, but recongnised through secondhand illustrations.
In the library I felt better, words you could trust and look at until you understood them, they couldn't change halfway through a sentence like people, so it was easier to spot a lie.
There are two kinds of writing: the one you write and the one that writes you.