Morning comes like a scream through a pinhole.

If your hand doesn't work for it, your heart doesn't feel sorry for it.

Recently, I've discovered Radiohead and find them to be quite good. So clearly, I'm some kind of musical retard. (Jonathan Ames, Middle-American Gothic)

But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.

Every part of my body felt electric. My chest ached and my head throbbed with the great terrible limitless possibility of the morning, and when it came, the sky was washed white, everything was new, and I hadn't slept at all.

And what we were trying to offer every day was one-on-one attention. The goal was to have a one-to-one ratio with every one of these students.

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