Doors are going to open-doors you can't even imagine exist.

The nice thing about having a friend who is crazier than you are is that she bolsters your belief in your own sanity.

There, I was just a secretary-shaped confederation of atoms, fighting the inevitability of mediocrity and decay. But here, in the Juliaverse... energy was never lost, merely converted from one form to another. Here, I took butter and cream and meat and eggs and I made delicious sustenance.

Nowadays anyone with a crap laptop and an Internet connection can sound their barbaric yawp, whatever it may be.

There are times with your friends when you just have to put their whole mess out of your mind for a while.

I got my undergrad in Creative Writing, and then I didn't get my Masters in obsession, because I figured I already had that covered.

The road to hell is paved with leeks and potatoes