We're all going overnight express delivery straight to Hell.

Or maybe...just maybe this whole process is our training wheels towards something bigger. If we can reflect and know our lives, we might stay awake and shape our futures.

Recycling and speed limits are bullshit. They're like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed.

A short story is something that you can hold in your mind. You can really analyze how the entire thing works, like a machine

Make me into anything, but just love 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.

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.