How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.

Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.

Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.

Nothing is ever certain.

What I think was hardest for me to realize was that he had tried each time to stop himself. He had killed animals, taking lesser lives to keep from killing a child

Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.

How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home?

Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.

There wasn't a lot of bullshit in my heaven.

I was like I was in science class: I was curious.

Our only kiss was like an accident- a beautiful gasoline rainbow.

While the heart beats, hope lingers.

It was like hiking into a Hemingway story everything was sepia-toned and bristling with subtext.

If you want to be happy, work with all your heart.

History is filled with brilliant people who wanted to fix things and just made them worse.

When I work, I work. I don't think about anything else. I just wanna get the work done. And I'm a perfectionist.

It is the life in literature that acts upon life.

I feel that I have done everything, absolutely everything wrong, but perhaps something nice will happen anyway.

It makes you feel good, man, makes you forget all the bad things that happen to a Negro. It makes you feel wanted, and when you're with another tea smoker, it makes you feel a special kinship.

I dislike math, yet I respect and appreciate the fact that math is the language of the universe.

I'm just trying to change my life because I'm not above killing any drug dealer for money.