If people thought you were dying, they gave you their full attention.

The evil queen was stupid to play Snow White's game. There's an age where a woman has to move on to another kind of power. Money, for example. Or a gun.

My theory is that church used to be that place. Instead of being a place where you went to look good, it was a place where you could risk going every week to look your worst.

I've been choking to death for years. By now this should be easy.

To see how boring you really are, write a book about soap and cults, and the profits you make will be your only means of subsistence.

The future is just wasted on some people.

And if I do fall asleep, Marla has to keep track of Tyler. Where he goes. What he does. So maybe during the day, I can rush around and undo the damage.