...then he looked at my T-shirt and saw Byron's picture on it and he quoted "She Walks in Beauty," which is like my favorite poem next to the one by Baudelaire about his girlfriend being nothing but worm food, except that Lily called that one first because Baudelaire is her fave poet and so she got the shirt with him on it, even though Byron is way more scrumptious and I would do him on sharp gravel if I had the chance. --from The Chronicles of Abby Normal

If you like what you're reading, I probably wrote it.

You were supposed to empathize with your friend's problem, but they were, after all, your friend's problems.

I think I'm what they call a never-was.

Cofishes-other fish in a group, coworkers, cohorts, etc. Shut up, it's a word.

People always stay the age that they died at. My big brother died of leukemia when I was six. He was eight. Now when I think of him, he's always eight, and he's still my big brother. He never changes, and the part of me that remembers him never changes.

Faith isn't an act of intelligence, it's an act of imagination.