Everybody knows that smiling is for little girls, the gays and certain kinds of fish who are smiling by accident.

But I still show up for gentleman practice in the company of lead dancers, hoping their grace will get stuck in my shoes.

Knowing me is easy. You can still twist your hair and feel silly. Look up the word tacky and have a salad. But when we're together you pull bread apart with your fingers into bites sometimes so small I gotta remind you, Peach, it is okay to be hungry.

The future gets no say in who we are.

I'm ready to kill something. I'll probably only get as far as my brain cells, but I am going to kill them.

Stop inviting walls into wide open spaces.

Forte is French… for blanket fort.