What I like best is walking with my hands in my pockets, having the Doorman next to me, and imagining that Audrey's on my other side.

I always picture us from behind.

“The only sign of war was a cloud of dust migrating from east to west. It looked…”

“I've come to the realization that I really only want to write books that maybe …”

“Her heart at that point was slippery and hot, and loud, so loud so loud.”

“When he moves, a streetlight stabs him, and the words flow out like blood.”