There's a point when you're dating someone where you become aware of all the things you kind of thought you couldn't depart from. You kind of build all of these nostalgias and sort of antiquated memories in your mind, and when you're at the point during the breakup, you realise, "you know what, it actually takes a bit more than all this bullshit".

I think everything in life is an evolution, isn't it?

I love the necessary ambiguity of short stories - there simply isn't time to render every detail, so much of the story that orbits the literal prose must happen in the reader's imagination. Who knows, maybe the dwindling attention spans means a lucrative future for short story writers.

Life's too short to drink crappy coffee and cry over boys who don't care.

When I was young I was one of those kids that got pulled onstage at a Green Day concert. That was pretty awesome.

There's no coherent stylistic genre specific advice that I could provide.

I'd kill myself without music. Immediately. Life is pointless without music for me.