Writing a novel that works is an extremely difficult thing to do. It requires a level of skill and dedication that always surprises me.
My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone.
The better you look, the more you see.
I could stay living in this city if they just installed Blaupunkts in the cabs.
You learn to move on without the people you love.
I want to take you away from this," I say, motioning around the kitchen, spastic. "From sushi and elves and... STUFF.