A paper town for a paper girl.

When it works, anticipation is far more fulfilling than surprise, because we are reminded that a sunrise is precisely as magnificent as it is inevitable.

I am a giant squid of anger.

If my public existence does anything worthwhile, hopefully it at least demystifies the author a bit, because I know when I was younger I felt like authors were like wizards or something. Turns out they're total muggles.

See, popularity is complicated. You have to spend a lot of time thinking about liking; you have to really like being liked, and also sort like being disliked.

Leaving feels too good, once you leave.

Not the brightest gem in the jewelry shop, but you've got to admire his single-minded dedication to drug abuse.