I had a thought, on the way home from the rock field, that the things we don't know about a person are the things that make them human, and it made me feel sad to think that, but sad in that reassuring way that some sadness has, a sadness that says welcome home in twelve different languages.

I learned another thing, which is that just because someone is eating the ashes of your protagonist doesn't mean you stop telling the story.

But whatever, we descendants of the Girl Line may not have wealth and proper windows in our drafty homes but at least we have rage and we will build empires with that, gentlemen.

If you have to end up in the hospital, try to focus all your pain in your heart rather than your head.

After that we tried thirty-nine times to stand together on the tube until we finally did. It was fun. I liked the falling part, and holding hangs. Relationships were so easy when all you had to work on was standing up together.

I love road trips. You get into this Zen rhythm; throw sense of time out the window.

It's raining questions around here. A person could drown in them.