They had, finally, the only thing anyone really wants in life: someone to hold your hand when you die.

If God Speaks Through Burning Bushes, Let's Burn Bush and Listen to What God Says.

I wondered about the half-life of regret.

I had never feared insomnia before--like prison, wouldn't it just give you more time to read?

When you were six you thought mistress meant to put your shoes on the wrong feet. Now you are older and know it can mean many things, but essentially it means to put your shoes on the wrong feet.

I would never understand photography, the sneaky, murderous taxidermy of it.

I don't care if I'm a fish, I still want a bicycle.