I am fascinated a) by transgressive art and b) what happens beyond the boundaries.

For a moment he thought she was about to hit him, which would have been bad, or even start crying, which would have been much, much worse.

You mourn, for it is proper to mourn. But your grief serves you; you do not become a slave to grief. You bid the dead farewell, and you continue.

I thought I was your destination. Looks like I was just another stop on the line.

Most people can start a short story or a novel. If you're a writer, you can finish them. Finish enough of them, and you may be good enough to be publishable.

Loyalty was a great thing, but no lieutenants should be forced to choose between their leader and a circus with elephants.

There aren't any good guys, and there aren't any bad guys. There's just us. People. Doing our best to get by.