I believe everything negative that happens in your life is for a positive reason. If your heart breaks, you know that you are a human being and it happens. But you can't mope over it. There's only one life. You better get on ahead and fast. Fast enou...
I love driving fast. I grew up in Germany; we have the Autobahn here, where we can drive without a speed limit. And throughout my 20s, I always had fast cars, and I always went to the maximum. Like, my average cruising speed was 250 km/hr.
Oh, I was a real Nirvana kid. I got into jazz because I listened to a lot of metal, Megadeth and that, and those guys play really fast and are virtuosos. I wanted to learn more about it, and I discovered that a lot of jazz guys played really fast, to...
THERE WAS ALWAYS a boy in your life that common sense and the prayers of parents told you to stay away from: fast talker, fast car, and fast hands. He was the boy your father kept a loaded shotgun by the door for and met on the front porch if he ever...
It felt as if she were bleeding - but it wasn't blood that leaked out of her, not something that could be easily transfused. Instead she was losing her dreams.
The thing about getting older is that you don't need everything to be possible any more, you just need things to be certain.
Bike lane: the section of the road that accommodates wide loads and has speed bumps to protect drunk drivers.
I’m jealous – not of their money to spend, but jealous that, for them, going home is a simple matter of turning down the correct lane.
In Sarasota, Florida, Stephen King reminded me of the joy of just writing every day.
I liked myths. They weren't adult stories and they weren't children's stories. They were better than that. They just .
A road that’s narrower than the width of my car’s wheels could only be lover’s lane. Hitchhikers make the best lovers.
I never understood why Clark Kent was so hell bent on keeping Lois Lane in the dark.
Books keep and reciprocate our secrets, dreams, regrets, and hopes better than any friend in the world.
This time I really am going to light the world on fire,' she said, laughing. 'I finally have a fucking match.
She knew this pain would fade again; like a sunburn, it would heal itself and leave her slightly more protected from the glare.
but that shadow self of hers wasn't so sure. The ugly, toxic thought was smaller than a drop of blood, yet it poisoned the entire stream.
No woman ever gets given a fur coat for good reasons; if it's not to keep her on her back, it's to get her off his.
With books, you can have as many boyfriends as you want, and no one gets upset, jealous or calls you out for cheating. It’s a win-win.
If I could talk about it, I would not have to do it. I make art.
But there was a kitten on my pillow, and it was purring in my face and vibrating gently with every purr, and, very soon, I slept.
The ball of dark fur pressed itself into my chest, and I wished she was my kitten, and knew that she was not.
