For the ones who dream of stranger worlds.

Some people steal to stay alive, and some steal to feel alive. Simple as that.

Kell stared at her, at a loss. Was her bravado a front, or did she truly have so little to lose? But she had a life, and a life was a thing that could always be lost.

Kell managed an echo of her smile, and [Lila] gasped. "What's that on your face?"The smile vanished. "What?""Never mind, " she said, laughing. "It's gone.

My stories do have plot. They're not just scattered language; they're controlled, toward an end.

Guys, IMDB right there, 62 movies, a ton of success, I mean, come on bro, I won best picture at 20. I wasn't even trying.

I once loved a girl who almost loved me, but not as much as she loved John Cusack.

Tell the world what scares you most. Save the world with some advice from the future.

I met Robert Crumb in 1962; he lived in Cleveland for a while. I took a look at his stuff. Crumb was doing stuff beyond what other writers and artists were doing. It was a step beyond Mad.

A lot of deaths feel sad. Philip Seymour Hoffman's feels like a robbery.

I sort of just wrote the songs, the way I wanted to write them, sing them the way I wanted to sing them, perform the way I wanted to perform.

Treat everybody the same way you want to be treated

I see no reason to stop writing. But the reason isn't always one of your own. The mind is not invulnerable, and it can lose some of its powers.