I would have done anything to feel real again.

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.

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.

Republicans go to Sam’s Club, Democrats go to Costco.

Problems always start long before you really, really see them.

A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.

How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky?