I sigh inside, so exhausted by these ugly questions, but when did a monster ever deserve its privacy?

Of course, if I eat all of him, if I spare his brain, he'll rise up and follow me back to the airport, and that might make feel better. I'll introduce him to everyone, and maybe we'll stand around and groan for a while. It's hard to say what 'friends' are any more, but that might be close.

God has made us study partner. We need to talk about our project.

We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.

I used to split my time between writing, music and painting. I would work on a book and then abandon it, start a band, do an album, quit music, then do a gallery show. Eventually I decided to give writing a serious shot.

I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new.

A month ago there was nothing on Earth I missed, enjoyed, or longed for. I knew I could lose everything and not feel anything, and I rested easy in that knowledge. But I'm growing tired of easy things.