Find good in what the world says is evil.

Language, she said, was just our way to explain away the wonder and glory of the world. To deconstruct. To dismiss. She said people can't deal with how beautiful the world really is. How it can't be explained and understood.

Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave.

Having nothing to lose is the new wealth.

Any time some well-meaning person forces you to demonstrate you have no talent and rubs your nose in the fact you're a failure at the only dream you ever had, take another drink.

We've been speaking English as a second language so long that we've forgotten it as our first.

These stories are ghosts, bringing people back from the dead. Just for a moment. For a visit. Every story is a ghost.