The air will always be to filled with something. Your body too sore or tired. Your father too drunk. Your wife too cold. You will always have some excuse not to live your life.

I could imagine myself becoming one of Marla's stories.

My books are more about people experimenting with different identities and social models in a short-term way before they can break through to something authentic.

It seems that so much writing is being done in the nineteenth-century model, where every connection has to be thoroughly explained.

Do we have free will, or do the mass media and our culture control us, our desires and actions, from the moment we’re born?

The government says Rant's alive because they need a villain. The kids say he's alive because they need a hero.

I came to Party Crashing because accidents happen. People you love will die. Nothing you treasure will last forever. And I need to accept and embrace that fact.