3 whole Catfish, Wrapped separately Veet (It’s for Shaving your legs Only you don’t Need A razor. It’s with all the Girly cosmetic stuff) Vaseline six pack, Mountain Dew One dozen Tulips one Bottle Of water Tissues One Can of blue Spray paint

I hadn’t read a real series like that since I was a kid, and it was exciting to live again in an infinite fiction.

I like this world. I like drinking champagne. I like not smoking. I like Dutch people speaking Dutch.

The pleasure isn't in doing the thing, the pleasure is in planning it.

But mothers lie. It's in the job description.

What is an "instant" death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.

I'm not embarrassed by my faith, and I'm also not embarrassed by my doubt.