People don’t realize how easy life is to change. You just get on the bus.

Within every elaborate lie, a kernel of truth.

If I scribbled a few words on a cocktail napkin and showed it to my family, they'd proclaim it astonishing and more culturally relevant than the Bible.

As much as some people would like to believe, for their own peace of mind, that the appearance of evil in this world had a clean cause, the truth was never that simple.

Life had been a suit I'd only put on for special occasions. Most of the time I kept it in the back of my closet, forgetting it was there. We were meant to die when it was barely stitched anymore, when the elbows and knees were stained with grass and mud, shoulder pads uneven from people hugging you all the time, downpours and blistering sun, the fabric faded, buttons gone.

I'm not afraid of total failure. In the end, we're all just food for worms, so what are we so worried about?

God, the boring relative everyone ignores--no one calls, no one writes--until they need a serious favor.