I was blessed to grow up in really interesting times and to go back to a home where I was very safe.

This world can only give me reminders of what I don't have, can never have, didn't have for long enough.

Grief, I swear to God, doesn't live in the heart. It lives in the senses. And sometimes, all I want to do is cut off my nose so I can't smell her, hack my fingers off at the joint.

She was afraid of all that and so much more, but what terrified her most was inside of her, an insect of unnatural intelligence who’d been living in her brain her entire life, playing with it, clicking across it, wrenching loose its cables on a whim.

Catch me on a good day, I think half of my books aren't too bad. Catch me on a bad day, I think I've never written a good line.

Don't get me wrong, I love literary fiction. It's faux literary fiction I can't stand.

There's something ugly about the flawless.