I write about broken people who need other people in order to go on. But those are the only kind of people I know to exist. We are all broken.

The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle of a sentence.

In my opinion, actual heroism, like actual love, is a messy, painful, vulnerable business—and I wanted to try to reflect that.

Miles, as in 'to go before I sleep'?

Alaska decided to go help Dolores with dinner. She said that it was sexist to leave the cooking to the women, but better to have good sexist food than crappy boy-prepared food.

When we think of death, we often imagine it as happening in degrees: We think of a sick person becoming less and less alive until finally they are gone.

All salvation is temporary