The entire room was so yellow that it looked like the sun had thrown up on the walls and wiped its mouth afterward on the dresser and curtains. ---Cole

Clutter is my natural habitat.

If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.

Death smells like birthday cake.

He cared for languages dead long enough that they wouldn’t change on him.

My parents had always been so careful with me, until the day they decided I needed to die.

Hello, Grace's parents. I'm Grace's boyfriend. Please notice the chaste distance between us. I am very responsible and have never had my tongue in your daughter's mouth.