My writing has to excite people and depict or include their experiences. That's part of my process - to go out and interact with people. It's very much like an archival process. I understand that the Brothers Grimm would go out and get people talking so they could document folk tales that weren't being documented any other way. I try to offer a little bit of myself - some experience from my life that evokes stories in other people.

I'm in love. So kill me.

Regret, Daisy knew, was the only confirmation of a well-lived life. If you didn't occasionally go too far, you weren't going anywhere.

Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?

Besides, it happens fast for some people and slow for some, accidents or gravity, but we all end up mutilated.

No, it's not fair, but what makes Earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it should feel like Heaven. Earth is earth. Dead is dead. You'll find out for yourself soon enough. It won't help the situation for you to get all upset.

I am not loved. I am not a beautiful soul. I am not a good-natured, giving person. I am not anybody's savior.