There's something to be said about a slightly plump person—you have just enough of too much.
People don't make changes because things are wonderful.
I am not aware of anything below my neck. I live completely in my head.
In my writing I'm trying to explore the violations people commit upon each other.
That is how I came to think that heavy and hard was the beginning of living, real living; and though I might not end up with a mark on my cheek, I had no doubt that I would end up with a mark somewhere.
Who you are is a mystery no one can answer, not even you.