Sometimes I write what I can't paint, and I paint what I can't write. I use a different part of the brain.

I draft quickly and then revise, a lot.

Perhaps it is controlling the chaos within more than the chaos without.

Why haven’t you asked me how I do my tricks?” Celia asks, once they have reached the point where she is certain he is not simply being polite about the matter. “Because I do not wish to know,” he says. “I prefer to remain unenlightened, to better remain in the dark.

She turns her head, Bailey catches her eye, and she smiles at him. Not in the way that one smiles at a random member of the audience when one is in the middle of performing circus tricks with unusually talented kittens but in the way that one smiles when one recognizes someone they have not seen in some time.

We must put effort and energy into anything we wish to change.

I couldn't tell the difference between what was real and what I wanted to be real.