It is a hundred-year-old witch book, bound in human skin and probably written in ancient cum...YOU lick it!

Marla tells me how in the wild you don't see old animals because as soon as they age, animals die. If they get sick or slow down, something stronger kills them. Animals aren't meant to get old. Marla lies down on her bed and undoes the tie on her bathrobe, and says our culture has made death something wrong. Old animals should be an unnatural exception. Freaks.

A good story isn't the one that shuts everyone down and sort of leaves them in silent awe. A good story is one that, even before you finish the anecdote, you can see their eyes shining because it has so resonated with something from their own lives that everyone in the group has a version of the same story and they cannot wait to tell it, and that they're going to compete to make their version even more extreme than your version. So your version is just a seed.

Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.

What people forget is a journey to nowhere starts with a single step, too.

We'll never be as young as we are tonight.

To repeat, the way you get to the huge, impossible yes is, you start collecting a lot of easy, small yeses.