“An awfulness was deep inside me, and I couldn't fight it; forced into submission and taken hostage by it, I could only just lie there, let it wash over me, and let myself be consumed by it. If I cooperate,… — Nick Miller Copy Share Image
“Beauty is not always as perfect as we imagine it to be, but it can be damn close if we learn to accept the… — Nick Miller Copy Share Image
“I know now that truth is a troubling thing. You can't drink your way to it. You can't snort your way to it. You… — Nick Miller Copy Share Image
“Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters,… — Nick Miller Copy Share Image
“See, I’m the worst breed of human. Let me explain. Some people are dead inside. They go through life knowing this, and they manage… — Nick Miller Copy Share Image
“I told him I’m not sleeping with him. I’m not that easy,” she says. “Still, he invites me to Vegas and tells me he’ll… — Nick Miller Copy Share Image
“…I’m someone who’s mostly dead inside but still has a little hope for something extraordinary, which, as I said, is the worst breed of… — Nick Miller Copy Share Image
“An awfulness was deep inside me, and I couldn't fight it; forced into submission and taken hostage by it, I could only just lie… — Nick Miller Copy Share Image
“I feel like I’m just passing through life. But then there’s this voice in my head telling me to do something, to create something,… — Nick Miller Copy Share Image
“Light is always more beautiful when it has to fight to be noticed, like sunlight fighting through the clouds after a rainstorm.” — Nick Miller Copy Share Image
“Some people are good at being in love. Some people are good at love. Two very different things, I think. Being in love is… — Nick Miller Copy Share Image
“but to write it well and write the time well, you must learn to love your subjects to their core, even if you hate… — Nick Miller Copy Share Image
“I'd begun to grow weary of my constant daydreaming because, as I retreated more often into fantasy, it had become a reminder of my… — Nick Miller Copy Share Image
