“If you hear voices, you’re a lunatic. If you write down what they say, you’re an author.”
“what you hear in my voice is fury, not suffering. Anger, not moral authority”
“Your voice is the wildest thing you own,” Brooke says to me. “And you’re giving it away. You can’t see it. Your obsession is blinding you.” He is angry. He is talking in shorthand. “You’re losing yourself.”
“You know you’re writing well when you’re throwing good stuff into the wastebasket.”
“You know, you say ‘not exactly’ a lot. You’re not exactly a vampire. You’re not exactly from Scotland, and you’re allergic to daylight. What else? (Sunshine)I hate bran muffins and grass. (Talon)”
“Say what you will, but you’re never prepared for the surprise attack.”