It's harder to pick and choose when you're dead. It's like a photograph, you know. It doesn't matter as much.

The best way to show people true things is from a direction that they had not imagined the truth coming.

If you only write when inspired, you may be a fairly decent poet, but you'll never be a novelist.

Each insult is woven with just enough truth to make it wound.

I had nothing to say, not because I hadn't lived, but because I wasn't prepared to say anything true about who I was

...truth is not in what happens but in what it tells us about who we are

All fire burns, little baby. You’ll learn.

It is a fool's prerogative to utter truths that no one else will speak.

Everything he had ever done that had been better left undone. Every lie he had told — told to himself, or told to others. Every little hurt, and all the great hurts. Each one was pulled out of him, detail by detail, inch by inch. The demon stripped away the cover of forgetfulness, stripped everything down to truth, and it hurt more than anything.