It was just an idea I had, that it could be cool to have a book covered in fake fur.

I have no idea how people function without near-constant internal chaos. I'd lose my mind.

It all meant something. Until it didn't.

I publish my own books, so there isn't a certain editor I owe the book to at a publishing house.

Maybe he was more than the sum of his broken parts.

Some of these kids just don't plain know how good they are: how smart and how much they have to say. You can tell them. You can shine that light on them, one human interaction at a time.

Paper is a uniquely beautiful format, more so than the web, I think: you need to invest in the aesthetics.