It kills me how these days everyone has clinical justification for their strangeness.

…when you hate someone so much, a part of you wants desperately to forgive them. But you can’t decide if it’s because you really want, or if you just want to stop hating. I still...

When I was young, I spent my days and nights trying to impress future generations. I spent them. They’re gone. All because I was deathly afraid of being forgotten. And then came the regret. The...

To be an honest writer, you have to be away from home, and totally alone in life.

Angst is not the human condition, it’s the purgatory between what we have and what we want but can’t get.

If our greatest fear is to sink away alone and unremembered, the brutality that time will inflict upon each of us will always run stronger than any river’s murky waves.

I transform fiction into memory.

morality… comes at a price.

I used to believe authenticity could be achieved solely by describing, in our own words, one’s own fragment of experience. This was of course predicated on the complete intellectual and aesthetic independence of the “I”....

History is changed by martyrs who tell the truth.

To be angry implies you care

The instant before something comes into focus is more exciting than any sharp certainty. Photography, child, is about the passing of time. Capturing is the goal of literature. Timelessness is the task of music and...

As we all came to discover the limitations of assimilation, we grew closer as a family

Angry men have little to live for when their rage becomes ineffective.

Freedom is the only thing we must demand in life, for all other good things stem from it

The slaves of today will become the tyrants of tomorrow–the proletariat overthrows the hegemon to become the hegemon itself, only to be eventually overthrown by a proto-hegemon that will in turn lose its position. It...

Love and honesty don’t mix.

All of humanity’s crimes,’ Salvador said, spitting a bone atop the pyramidal pile in his bowl, ‘are only degrees of theft.

Every teenager is both a hero and a failure. When we become adults we have to choose where in the middle we’ll be.

We liked to believe there is an alternate world, a better world, populated entirely by characters created by the yearnings of humanity–governing and inspiring themselves with all the lucidity wit which we rendered them.

Perhaps we have stopped ourselves from being invented, from self-realization, by blaming others for our wordlessness.

Fiction, however, sometimes ensures disappointment with reality

Sometimes one waits too long for the perfect moment before snapping the picture. You never realize that you needed was to change perspective.

Literature is an ethical leap. It is a moral decision. A perilous exercise in constant failure. Literature should have grievances, because there are so many grievances in the world.

A man’s life is all he has. When you’re old, it’s all you’ll ever have.

How can anyone underestimate the ballistic quality of words? Invisible things happen in intangible moments. What should keep us writing is precisely that possibility of explosions

Whatever they may say, your story is truly your own. You have a responsibility to it, the way a father has to a child