I don't know if you've ever noticed this, but first impressions are often entirely wrong.

They say that when you’re really in love, the world becomes gossamer and gorgeous, but in my experience the world gets grimy, and the love object is in stark relief from the surroundings. This is love, a pretty thing on an ugly street.

I do what I do," I said, "in order to do something else.

You might be afraid of the dark, but the dark is not afraid of you. That’s why the dark is always close by.

It's funny, particularly when you're a writer and you're doing well, you have that sense of like, "Oh! My view of the world is the one that's going to be published."

'Help me,' Allison says, but she is soft-spoken, and everyone she loves is so far away.

Various parts of my body told me that in the future they would appreciate it if I slept lying down on a bed instead of sitting at the counter of Black Cat Coffee. I quietly reassured them that this was an unusual situation, and had the machinery make me some bread as a breakfast.