That's the thing about life; everything feels so permanent, but you can disappear in an instant.

Phillip is a repository of random snatches of film dialogue and song lyrics. To make room for all of it in his brain, he apparently cleared out all the areas where things like reason and common sense are stored.

I want to explain everything to him, show him that it’s really not as screwed up as it all sounds, but then I remember that it is.

We are injured and angry, scared and sad. Some families, like some couples, become toxic to each other after prolonged exposure.

Even under the best of circumstances, there's just something so damn tragic about growing up.

We're all clichés, all following scripts that have been written and played out long before we landed the role.

Novel writing, to me, is all about language: choosing your words, finding the characters within the words and just really agonizing over every word. It's really crafting this whole piece from nothing.