This would be...a book that would be a trapdoor down into some place dark. A place only you could go, alone, when you opened the cover. Because only books have that power.

Sundays tend to be a day where just I do nothing but visit people. It's kind of like trick-or-treating.

There are a lot of things we don't want to know about the people we love.

The world can be a lot bet­ter than we set­tle for. All you have to do is ask.

Just for the record, the weather today is increasing turmoil with a possible physical and emotional breakdown.

Here in your mind you have complete privacy. Here there's no difference between what is and what could be.

I came to Party Crashing because accidents happen. People you love will die. Nothing you treasure will last forever. And I need to accept and embrace that fact.