Her voice makes me think of her mouth makes me think of her breath makes me think of her breasts.

If you ask me, reincarnation is just another way to procrastinate.

Every time I write something, I think, this is the most offensive thing I will ever write. But no. I always surprise myself.

My stories tend to bring people from isolation into community - with at least one other person, usually with a whole community of people - so that they find themselves accepted back by a world that they kind of fled from.

These flowers will be rotten in a couple hours. Birds will crap on them. The smoke here will make them stink, and tomorrow a bulldozer will probably run over them, but for right now they are so beautiful.

The joke is, we all have the same punchline.

If you make people laugh too much, their blood becomes - I believe it is acidic as opposed to alkaline. It changes the oxygen level in the blood, and people are likelier to pass out at that point.