At some point, I realized I was Kaitlyning the encounter, so I decided to text Kaitlyn and ask for some advice.

But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.

But you want to see shapes; you want to see stories, so you pick them out of the sky.

As a reader, I don't feel a story has an obligation to make me happy. I want stories to show me a bigger world than the one I know.

He took a long drink, then grimaced. “I do not have a drinking problem,” he announced, his voice needlessly loud. “I have a Churchillian relationship with alcohol: I can crack jokes and govern England and do anything I want to do. Except not drink.

I'm interested in Internet cultures. I'm interested in what the teenagers who drive the Internet culture are passionate about. I follow their lead - they go to tumblr, I go to tumblr.

The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company.