This is the biggest mistake I could think would save me. I wanted to give up the idea that I had any control. Shake things up. To be saved by chaos. To see if I could cope, I wanted to force myself to grow again. To explode my comfort zone.

They assume she was once gorgeously beautiful. Because now she looks so—bad.

The only biodiversity we're going to have left is Coke versus Pepsi. We're landscaping the whole world one stupid mistake at a time.

People have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.

There's a terrible dark joy when the only person who knows all your secrets is finally dead.

Recycling and speed limits are bullshit. They're like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed.

You can tell a more over-the-top incredible story if you use a nonfiction form.