To me, the print business model is so simple, where readers pay a dollar for all the content within, and that supports the enterprise.

This boy thinks I am not of his species, that I am some other kind of creature, one that can be crushed under the weight of a phone book. The pain is not great, but the symbolism is disagreeable.

It's not that our family has no taste, it's just that our family's taste is inconsistent.

We would oppose the turning of the planet and refuse the setting of the sun.

How had this happened? Everyone in the world knew more than us, about everything, and this I hated then found hugely comforting.

I went to public school all my life and all through college and I liked it.

The weird thing is that working within an established story was actually kind of liberating. You know the beginning and middle and end, more or less, so there's less pressure to figure all that out.