The writer must be a heretic, a questioner of all absolutes.

The only obsession everyone wants: 'love.' People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you're whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You're whole, and then you're cracked open.

There is no reason why good cannot triumph as often as evil. The triumph of anything is a matter of organization.