It was possible to feel superior to other people and feel like a misfit at the same time.

It was amazing how it worked: the tiniest bit of truth made credible the greatest lies.

Grief is natural,' she said. 'Overcoming it is a matter of choice.

Everyone struggles against despair, but it always wins in the end. It has to. It's the thing that lets us say goodbye.

The following doodle: a girl with pigtails is bent under the weight of a gigantic boulder. Her cheeks puff out, and her rounded lips expel steam. One widening steam cloud contains the word Pressure, darkly retraced.

Their desire was silent yet magnificent, like a thousand daisies attuning their faces toward the path of the sun.

I have a lot of novels that I haven't finished. I usually get 150 pages in and I realize it's not going anywhere. I don't publish everything I write. I must have six unfinished novels at least.