She took my hand and pulled me after her, her shoulders giving off a sweet peppermint concoction that the bodies of young women sometimes produce to make my life more difficult.

I was very, very sick when I was growing up in Russia. The ambulance constantly came to our house. I had horrible asthma that is easily treated in America, but they didn't even have inhalers back in Russia.

By reading this message you are denying its existence and implying consent.

Satire always benefits when evil and stupidity collide.

My mother cranes her neck. Her ability to be fascinated by things is her best gift to me.

Forget the fountain of youth, pal of mine. You can live to be a thousand, and it won't matter. Mediocrities like you deserve immortality.

I always think that good writers should be growing up on the brink of death - it really lets them see mortality very clearly.