We only have so long to play in the dirt and ask questions of rivers.

Go spit in the face of our inevitable obsolescence and finish your @#$&ng novel.

For the longest time, it felt kind of like my chest was cracking open, but not precisely in an unpleasant way.

I am a grenade," I said again. "I just want to stay away from people and read books and think and be with you guys because there's nothing I can do about hurting you: You're too invested, so just please let me do that, okay? "I'm going to go to my room and read for awhile, okay? I'm fine. I really am fine: I just want to go read for a while.

That's how writing works, at least for me: even the stuff that doesn't work out gets funneled into the stuff that does work out.

As far as I can tell, there are two basic (kissing) rules: 1. Don't bite anything without permission. 2. The human tongue is like wasabi: it's very powerful, and should be used sparingly.

We all romanticize the people we adore.