Nobody the dead man & Nobody the living Nobody is giving in & Nobody is giving Nobody hears me but just Nobody cares Nobody fears me but Nobody just stares Nobody belongs to me & Nobody remains No Nobody knows nothing All that remains are remains

I was a fine arts major in college, and a painter for many years. And I found that, like writing, art is very similar.

I pulled Lena's necklace out of my pocket. I let the charms roll around in my palm, but they were tangled and meaningless without her. The necklace was heavier than I imagined, or maybe it was the weight of my conscience.

falling not flying one lost muddy shoe like the lost worlds between me and you

Sharpie? A mischievous smile spread across her face. I thought you said you couldn't control your powers. Beginner's luck.

I'd never really thought past the whole dying-for-the-sake-of-the-world part of things. When you're alive, you don't dwell on how you're going to spend your time once you're dead. You just figure you're gone, and the rest will pretty much take care of itself.

It was crazy how a hearse and a pair of sneakers could cheer a guy up.