She has enough black eyeliner on to outline a corpse, and her skin's so pale she looks like she's just broken dawn.

I don't have a favourite book, I have hundreds.

The Colonel led all the cheers. Cornbread!" he screamed. CHICKEN!" the crowd responded. Rice!" PEAS!" And then, all together: "WE GOT HIGHER SATs." Hip Hip Hip Hooray!" the Colonel cried. YOU'LL BE WORKIN' FOR US SOMEDAY!

I really think that reading is just as important as writing when you're trying to be a writer because it's the only apprenticeship we have, it's the only way of learning how to write a story.

This is so much fun, but I’m so sleepy. To be continued?

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

It is saying these things that keeps us from falling apart. And maybe by imagining these futures we can make them real, and maybe not, but either way we must imagine them. The light rushes out and floods in.