I don't know about the rest of you who have little voices, but something about mine made me feel completely compelled to listen to it.

I am not a great prose stylist. I'm a storyteller. There are thousands of people who don't like what I do. Fortunately, there are millions who do.

Assume nothing, question everything.

Do we have any chlorine? It seems to be kind of explosive when mixed with other stuff." "Like what, your socks? No, we don't have chlorine. No swimming pool.

Don’t be afraid.” “I hear voices,” Iggy said. “Be very afraid.

It's okay, Ig." said Fang. "Just give it your best shot." Sometimes the Fangster is incredibly supportive, just not with me.

I looked into her eyes. "Mom, who do you pray to?" I just pray, Daniel. That's all.