That's the beauty of the future. We get to change it.

That’s where the dreams end: with the realization that it doesn’t matter where I am, whether I think I’m a woman or a fish or something in-between. I’ve never really left the pond. I still can’t breathe.

Time never runs backward when I need it to. Not for me, and not for anyone else.

Running around in the grass near an unsecured structure and a bunch of trees is a good way of taking yourself out of the gene pool.

I guess in the end, it doesn’t matter what we wanted. What matters is what we chose to do with the things we had.

Failure to die is always appreciated.

Most guys my age have girlfriends and drinking buddies on their speed dial. Me, I have the Memphis CDC.