I liked, I admit, that we didn’t pretend there hadn’t been other girls. There was always a girl on you in the halls at school, like they came free with a backpack.

It was darker than a pitch-black panther, covered in tar, eating black licorice at the very bottom of the deepest part of the Black Sea.

There was still plenty of water in the basement, and I felt it soaking me from the knees on down. If someone wanted to torture me until I told them a critical piece of information, all they would have to do is get my socks wet. It feels terrible.

People don't always get what they deserve in this world.

You’re just jealous of me because I’m a tap-dancing ballerina fairy princess veterinarian!

Even though there are no ways of knowing for sure, there are ways of knowing for pretty sure.

Writing is a dying form. One reads of this every day.