Blessed are the meek, for to them we shall say "attaboy".

Stephenie Meyer: Her vampires are sparkly, which I think we can all agree is wrong.

He wanted her to experience all the glorious cheese of life.

Devil's Food?" You can only eat so much white cake, my friend.

There's a fine edge to new grief, it severs nerves, disconnects reality--there's mercy in a sharp blade. Only with time, as the edge wears, does the real ache begin.

Most of us don't live our lives with one, integrated self that meets the world, we're a whole bunch of selves.

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