You think we're a family,' Cody said, turning back. 'You think we're some jolly, situation-comedy family when we're in particles, torn apart, torn all over the place, and our mother was a witch.

He was wondering if there was some cryptic, cultish mark on his door that told all the crazy people he'd have trouble saying no.

I've never quite believed that one chance is all I get

My writing day has grown shorter as I've aged, although it seems to produce the same number of pages.

I write because I want to have more than one life.

Sooner or later, even the sharpest pain became flattened.

Smells could bring a person back clearer than pictures even could.