Reading forces you to be quiet in a world that no longer makes place for that.

He may be a malevolent sorcerer, but Tiny Cooper is his own goddamned man, and if he wants to be a gigantic skipper, then that's his right as a huge American.

I choose the labyrinth.

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.

Maybe 'okay' will be our 'always

Idiotically, it occurred to me that my pink underwear didn’t match my purple bra, as if boys even notice such things.

I wanted to know that he would be okay if I died. I wanted to not be a grenade, to not be a malevolent force in the lives of people I loved.