When you're a teenager and you're in love, it's obvious to everyone but you and the person you're in love with.

I grew up in southern California in the 80s. Yes, I am a walking cliche.

I am not responsible for actions of the imaginary version of me you have inside your head.

I both love and am terrified by Greg Van Eekhout's vision of Los Angeles. I already want to go back.

I'm not insane, sir. I have a finely calibrated sense of acceptable risk.

I can describe to you the taste of government cheese.

Engrave this in your brain: EVERY WRITER GETS REJECTED. You will be no different.