Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it.

A town so suffocating and small, you tripped over people you hated every day. People who knew things about you. It's the kind of place that leaves a mark.

She’s easy to like. I’ve never understood why that’s considered a compliment - that just anyone could like you.

I was raised feral, and I mostly stayed that way.

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

My brain goes very easily into the darkness. It always has. There are people who like to see what's under the rock and people who don't, and for some reason I've always been one of those to say, 'Hey, let's flip over that rock.'

I've always been partial to the image of liquor as lubrication, a layer of protection from all the sharp thoughts in your head.