A man who has been dead for a week in a hot trailer looks more like a man than you would first expect.

Remember how you used to be able to feel your bed breathing and the walls spinning when you were a kid?

These are very confusing times. For the first time in history a woman is expected to combine: intelligence with a sharp hairdo, a raised consciousness with high heels, and an open, nonsexist relationship with a tan guy who has a great bod.

You keep seeing your picture on posters that you are missing but you're not. That'd be weird, right? Or say you look down at the sidewalk and earthworms are spelling your name. Or you open a peanut bag and the 'hello' is written in your writing on the inside of the shell. Would that weird ya?

I live in constant fear of being fired or dropped for that dark part of my work I can't control.

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

You can't know what a book is about until the very end. This is true of a book we're reading or writing.