Sometimes I can better describe a person by another person's reaction. In a story in my first book, I couldn't think of a way to sufficiently describe the charisma of a certain boy, so the narrator says, "I knew girls who saved his gum."

For peace of mind, I will lie about any thing at any time.

I am not quite myself, I think.But who here is quite himself? And yet there is a way in which we are all more ourselves than ever, I suppose.

In my head there's a broken balcony I fall off of when I speak.

I meet a person, and in my mind I'm saying three minutes; I give you three minutes to show me the spark.

I thought, my love is so good, why isn't it calling the same thing back.

The other day I was playing Scrabble. I saw that I could close the space in D-E- -Y. I had an N and an F. Which do you think I chose? What was the word I made?