I don't care whether I really exist or don't, whether I'm real or fictional. What I want right now is to be the person who decides my own fate.

Fear sits and smiles and is predatory, immobile and silent and serene; an observer who conserves his energy and is content to wait.

The story of how I left Huckleberry begins -- as do all worthy stories -- with a goat

Sooner or later the Narrative will come for each of us.

I will not let my sales figures dictate what I say on the blog, because the blog is what I want to say.

When you lose someone you love, you die too, and you wait around for your body to catch up.

You would rather face a life without me than to have me choose a life I would not choose for myself.