“He looks a hell of a lot like me, only a fair bit older.”

“Thanks for not trying to see me when I looked like hell.”“To be fair, you still look pretty bad.”

“Self-pity is like chocolate; as you get older, you can only afford a little bit.”

“The thing to know about my brother was that even though he was fifteen, he looked to be about the same age as me. Only, I'm not sure if that was because he looked older or I looked younger. I like to think it was a healthy mixture of both.”

“I was crushing on my mentor. Crushing on my older mentor. I had to be out of my mind. He was seven years older than me. Old enough to be my…well, okay, nothing. But still older than me. Seven years was a lot. He's been learning to write when I was born. When I'd been learning to write and throw books at my teachers, he's probably been kissing girls. Probably lots of girls, considering how he looked.”

“Being a writer is a lot like being a mother, only books don't talk back when they get older.”