I assumed everything bad in the world could happen, because everything bad in the world already did happen.

Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person.

What an indulgence it would be, to just blow off my head, all my mean spirits disappearing with a gun blast, like blowing a seedy dandelion apart.

A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.

It’s humbling, to become the very thing you once mocked.

I'm a huge fan of ghost stories, that sort of slow build, the suspense and the questioning about whether you're imagining something or if it's real.

My dad had limitations. That's what my good-hearted mom always told us. He had limitations, but he meant no harm. It was kind of her to say, but he did do harm.