... I love books about freaks," because I am one. You might be, too. Let's be freaks together?

i have to cross the river of extreme awkwardness in order to get to the paradise on the other side.

I feel the universe is telling me something. And it doesn't even matter if it's true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.

Yes, time can be buoyed by wordlessness, but it needs to be anchored in words.

They don’t have silences together; they have noise. Mostly his.

We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home

New Yorkers love the bigness -- the skyscrapers, the freedom, the lights. But they also love it when they can carve out some smallness for themselves. When the guy at the corner store knows which newspaper you want. When the barista has your order ready before you open your mouth. When you start to recognize the people in your orbit, and you know that, say, if you're waiting for the subway at eight fifteen on the dot, odds are the redhead with the red umbrella is going to be there too.