(About parenting:) ... all that tedium, broken up by little spurts of high drama.

I hated childhood, and spent it sitting behind a book waiting for adulthood to arrive.

Odd how clear it suddenly became, once a person had died, that the body was the very least of him.

She was good at talking with young people. She seemed to view them as interesting foreigners.

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.

When I read, I'm purely a reader

Some people are aware of everything that is going on everywhere at every moment in their lives.