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.

No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.

When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if they'd even just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge.

I would say any behavior that is not the status quo is interpreted as insanity, when, in fact, it might actually be enlightenment. Insanity is sorta in the eye of the beholder.

I disconnect the telephone to keep the outside world in it's correct place.

The truth is . . . you think what people want you to think.

The girl traced the outline of her lover's shadow so she would always have a record of how he looked.