but this man comes alone. He says he comes to this room and thinks about the lovers who have been here before him, imagines himself as one of them, imagines himself having someone to hold....

Transformation is something that obsesses me. What is the soul? Is there a difference between something like a soul and something like a self? Is our identity something we construct, or is it organic and...

Sometimes you’ve got to be able to listen to yourself and be okay with no one else understanding.

My heart was defective. It was defecting a little more each day.

Real strength isn’t control. It’s knowing when to let go.

Buddha had said to make a light of yourself, and if Laurie had anything to say about it, one day he’d glow.

You’re like a candle in a dark room, throwing light backwards and forwards.

I really do feel like I was born to write and tell stories.

You see, that’s what’s so odd, how everyone thinks they’re normal and the truth is no one in the world is normal at all. Isn’t that wonderful?